One cut turns into 2 then 2 turns to 4.
How many till I stop breathing cold on the floor?
Suicide isn't a happy thing, but it isn't a sad thing.. Suicidal people aren't freaks, devils spawn, Emo an all the other stuff they call them.
There just angels wanting to go home again, so they can actually be happy again.
You see them being bullied for the scars on there body, you don't stop to think about how they got to the point to slice there precious skin into bleeding marks.
There mind is trying to play a game on them, painting there body with scars, bruises, wounds, the first time they out that sharp brush on there skin and glided it across there canvas, there wrist.. You suddenly feel te tingle, burning, the warm as the blood start to rise up and run down you're arm, you're lighting up like a Christmas tree for the first time, saying how much you're sorry for everything an cut even deeper.. Nod body is gonna stop you.. Nobody will know you're in pain when you smile like the same.
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