I think about my broken heart,
as i cut my arm apart.
My little razor blade so keen and sharp,
It couldnt match the pain i feel inside.
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Every time i am down and depressed,
My hand pickes up the razor,
My hand moves to my arm and cuts it away.
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We've known each other for a while,
But only as friends,
We both wanted more,
Things started getting serious between us...
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Every time I look at you,
You don’t seem to care how u make me feel inside,
My heart feels like its being pulled and twisted around hurting so much I just want to cry,
Just left in pain,
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Lost, In my thoughts,
I just want to escape,
Looking for quick fixes that might not even work.
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