I'm sitting here wondering.
What's wrong with me.
These cuts, blood, and scars.
Are all I really see.
I sit here alone.
With no one els around.
I have no one else.
I don't hear a sound.
I like to feel the pain.
'Cause I hate to be alone.
Finding someone else.
Pain is all that shows.
All I have are songs
And lyrics in my head.
Suicidal thoughts
When...
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