The Days Go On Through Filled With Pain
The days go on
Though filled with pain
I stand alone
Just watching the rain
The tears I’ve cried
Too many to count
The cuts on my wrist
So perfectly slit
The memories start to fade
Slowly enough
To feel ___
I cut to feel
My bloods the proof
My wounds can’t heal
I never win
Just always lose
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