Wrist to razors
Blood to air
Scars to skin
To ease the pain
It goes away
For a little while
And I cut again
And the scars will remain
"Its not good for you"
" You want attention"
Yes it is and No, I dont
If so, then why do I hide?
No one to Help me
No one who Cares
So I just cut... to escape
See what happens when there's no one in which to confide? |
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