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Sadness

My heart feels like it's broken For reasons I don't know I'm not sure I can take this pain It's like nothing I have known The cuts you see will heal The scars will fade away Leaving but a memory Of how I felt that day So alone, so empty No one could understand The only thing to fix it all Is the blade in my hand Another cut another scar I don't want to die I really want and need some help If I am to survive I don't want to live Hiding from my pain I don't want to cut myself As blood runs down the drain I feel so dead inside And the only way to feel Is to slide the blade along my skin The pain reminds me I'm real Another cut another scar How many times can I Slice open my flesh and bleed Before I might die

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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