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the voices grew more sinister
and your thoughts grew darker
that blade seems the only escape
from your ridiculously sad fate
no one is going to help
you have nothing but yourself
as you cut your skin with the blade
these are scars that won't fade
the blood flows freely down onto the floor
as you slide down on the bathroom door
more cut and more blood
just waiting for your blood to flood
the bathroom like a broken water line
and you keep chanting 'I'm fine'
as you look on your arms' marks
your vision grew dark
one last breath to take
you'll finally have a break
in the cold tiled floor you lie
and you whispered 'bye bye'

don't do this, please. if you ever need someone to talk to, i'll be here.