I sit behind my bars staring at the sealing,
deceived at what you have me believed,
my life with the knife cutting deep into my soul,
I'm desperate...I'm alone in this dark cold world.
death seems like a blessing,
the rope of shame around my neck...
he damned me that's what they say...
took my life...
now I'm sitting and starring down on my arm as the knife cuts deep,
my blood flows like the tears down my face with a burning sensation...
I see the darkness,
the demon that trapped it self in me,
so I'm ready to go,
killing myself slowly,
love this pain blood,
more deep cuts like the poisonous words you bit me with
let's cut some more...
hell seems close I feel the burn already
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