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Alone and Depressed
Here I am alone and depressed, a partner is only a dream. I don't think I'll ever find someone, who's as crazy as me. Scars on my arms, blood on the knife. But the blood is not actually mine. See what I mean? Do I really seem, like a fallen angel lost in a dream? I wish I was dead, like the voices in my head. I want them to shut up, I've cried and I've begged. You think I'm crazy right? But it's not nice, to fight every day and cry every night. I've never felt it so tempting to only see a knife. I've never felt so tempted to take my own life. I've never felt so tempted to pick up a blade. Shove it into someone, and make their life fade away. My tears are freezing from the ice cold lies. That for years have tormented my daily life. I don't want to look in the mirror anymore, I never want to see my face again. All I own now is paper and pens and no friends. I want my mind to be cleansed before I take my life to an end. If you do not feel my pain, then you don't have the right to complain. I'd like to cleanse my brain with cutting, but that wouldn't make me more sane. I hate life, but I love to see you suffer. Watch you filled with fear as you weakly stutter. One cut, two cuts, three cuts, four. Watch you slowly bleed to death, dying on the floor.
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