Kut Dem Strife
Klouds in my weary eyes again, my love
Underestimated with abominable lies - where do I begin, dove?
Try to break free from the chains of rage-like strife that cuts like a jagged knife
dangerous, insidious voices that say: "DO IT" an infiniti times
end this madness and sadness before I go oddly insane
my memories of childhood molests my frazzled mind...my bewildered mind...words I cannot quite find...
Seven times, I've told you to take the knife away from my hands...
Tortured and tramautized to the bone again and again and again, I fear
Rise to the highest heights on Earth - that's how high my anxiety truly is
Frame of mind shattered and torn - scarring my numb cranium
Everyone is worried about me now! I trace kuts upon my wrists and I bleed on because of HIM.......
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