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A String of Guilt
The surface is covered Guilt and string from another And just like when you sleep to hard You've got surface marks And these are selfish scars But They don't fade over the time of the day From the morning to the night of shade These scars are an indent forever Stupid remarks people thinking their clever They don't leave us Never She said I make her want to slit her throat I nearly chocked, these words are notes Jotted down in my head When insecurity comes its food to be fed No more tears can be shed you to that voice in my head Over and over I read The word id written onto my leg With that blood so red There's been genuine times I've wanted to be dead My whole brain went silent Feet were failing me Heart was beating mad It ended with a and e And on my life Right next to me was an old man And he was fighting to be Gasping to life Fighting for his breath And I'm in my cubicle Mums crying as I rest So I stand here now I'll say it with my chest I ing hate life But I can't choose my ing death
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