Sadness
My heart feels like it's broken
For reasons I don't know
I'm not sure I can take this pain
It's like nothing I have known
The cuts you see will heal
The scars will fade away
Leaving but a memory
Of how I felt that day
So alone, so empty
No one could understand
The only thing to fix it all
Is the blade in my hand
Another cut another scar
I don't want to die
I really want and need some help
If I am to survive
I don't want to live
Hiding from my pain
I don't want to cut myself
As blood runs down the drain
I feel so dead inside
And the only way to feel
Is to slide the blade along my skin
The pain reminds me I'm real
Another cut another scar
How many times can I
Slice open my flesh and bleed
Before I might die
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