I take the knife and cut in a line.
I look at the blood knowing its mine.
I feel a tear run down my cheek.
I try to move my lips, but I can not speak.
...
I wanna be that girl who he can turn to when he's had enough.
I wanna be the girl who he can love.
I wanna be that girl who he knows will always be there for him.
i wanna be that girl he can let in.
...
As I'm trying to cry myself to sleep. I lay here and think of how to die. There are so many ways. I could take a knife or I could swallow all these pills.
...
You weren't there when I rode my first bike. You weren't there when I went to school for the first time. You we're never apart of my life. You weren't there to tuck me in at night.
...
I try so hard to keep back the tears, but it's kinda hard since you're not here. I have to pretend like everything's okay just so people won't ask me what's wrong, because every time they do I say nothing I'm fine.
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She takes the knife and goes to her room. She shuts the door and sits on the floor. She cries as the cold blade touches her skin. She pushes hard and goes slow, so that this one will actually show.
...
Here she is crying on her bed
Holding that knife in her hand again,
But she stops and thinks
And then rises to her feet.
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How could I have been so blind?
That I couldn't see what
was right in front of my eyes.
How could I've been so heartless?
...
Is this really love?
Should I keep holding on,
or give up?
Feels so right
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