Cut
Why I feel so sad
this I just don't know
locked in a dark room
with nowhere to go
when I feel anger
I pull out a knife
what I'm about to do
gets rid of inner strife
my cuts get deep
my cuts get wide
its such a big release
from what I feel inside
I am so useless
I deserve to feel pain
so I have to keep cutting
to feel it again and again
I do want to stop
but I can only try
as one day I could go to far
and accidently die
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