Dead
I put the knife to my skin
And pull it across amany times again
I see the red seeping through
The first time i didn't know what to do
Advanced and now know the game
But my parents think me a shame.
Always seem to be depressed
And I'm not the one to be detessed
When happy I'm at my worst
At times I am coersed
I feel so cold
Look down to notice
I'm on the floor
Lying in a puddle, blood red
I pray someone walk in the door
To Late! "But I've always wanted to see the Dead."
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