No matter how many times you told me to stop,
I just continue to cut.....
The blade is helping me,
You just couldn't see.....
That it became somewhat like a friend to me,
It's helpful but I know you wouldn't agree......
I get sleepier.......
As the cuts gets deeper and deeper...
As I stop and lean,
New scars can be seen....
I slowly wiped the tears from my eyes,
But the tears won't stop from pouring
Down onto the flooring.....
As I looked at the scars that I created,
I remember the lies....
And the times when I was hated...
Maybe it's time to end my life?
Maybe with a blade or something sharper...... Maybe with a knife?
~~~~Mysterious~~~~
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