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I'M Dead, and My Wrists Are Red

I slit my wrists
At the memory of two fists
Coming down on my face
I can't help but feeling out of 
place
Why does happen to me
I can't help who I might be
Don't you have any memory of 
us?
I never put up a fuss
But you still hate your youngest 
daughter
Even though you are my father
I used to love you dearly
But now I hate you clearly
I can't take the abuse
When I only get used
I'm going to die
So it's time to say goodbye
Are you even worth my time?
Because I'm running out
Why you are up and about
Abusing me so
Why did you have to get so 
low?
I have taken enough blows
My heart is broken
And my mind is coming undone 
My wrists are bloody
Look at them and study
That's my life
And you had no right
To force them into this light
They are red
And I am now dead

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