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Submitted:Mar 15, 2012    Reads: 7    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


I grip the blade it cuts into my hand

And I know I can't stop it since it's never planned

But as I bleed onto the white bathroom floor

I don't even know myself anymore.

Is this what I resort to

When I don't want to cry?

Is this what I resort to

When I want to die?

That girl I used to be is gone

Disappearing from her dance and song

Into a world of hatred and fear

Now the silver blade is what I hold dear

And yes, I keeps a cool face

And my fa├žade never wavers in any place

But that's all a lie

Because in truth, I wants to die.





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