Feeling sick all the time
Crying myself to sleep
the hole burnt in my heart
everything I do is a cry for help gone unheard
learning not to hope
learning not to feel
learning not to dream
the tears that wont get out of my sight
my head constantly screaming at me
everything I have to lose
Fearing myself
scared when I smile
Loving the sight of my own blood
The feeling of the blade
falling apart
dying right in front of you
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