End?

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My eyes ran out of tears to shed

So, I made my thighs cry instead

Cause my eyes can't cry

I go and look at the sky

Stars that shine so bright

Blood dripping feels so right

So, I make a cut here

And a another one there

Because no one will see

And no one will care

Because if you could just see

My demons are in control not me

And for all it depends

Whether or not to make it end

So, I take that blade one more time

Cause it looks like being happy is a crime

So ill just cut my skin, and say good-bye 







this is just something i wrote and dicited to post let me know if you like it or not please 

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