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There's no one to hear my cries, I'm alone.
I scream out for defeat, freedom, and most of all relief
This blade is my best friend, the only one to trust.
Who cares about morals? Values? God and his beliefs?
The blood falls from my wrists and onto the floor,
I stare into memories; pushes and shoves,
I remember loved ones gone and ones still here,
Friends gained, friends lost, my one true love.
Why are we put in pain until we can't take it any longer?
Yet day after day we trust the people around us, ...