The Old and the New
I was never meant to be,
a happy loving kid.
Im supposed to be the kind of person,
you never wished,
to be.
But lately,
Ive been doing good,
no more cutting, no more loss,
just me, you and him.
But now I've lost her,
and she will be forever gone.
Abandoning me,
In a lifes misery of love.
So why can i not condemn myself to my cutters cry?
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