my way
when my love gets sad
i cut
when you tell me to go away
i cut
when my dad goes crazy
i cut
when i start to remember the past
i cut
it makes me have a high moment
when the blood drips down my arm
it is my way of dealing with life
i wish you could just understand
everytime i slice my wrist
it is because i need to
i don't want you to worry
i don't need your help
stop telling me i shouldn't
i know you don't care
even if you did
it wouldn't make me stop
it wouldn't make me feel better
the cutting makes me feel better
not you trying to help with your sad self
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