im still here, no one cares
i never left, just wiped my tears
i got a knife and dug in deep
hurt too much, couldnt keep
i switched to pencils still too bad
i used an eraser and that was kinda sad
the sting is great, the icy sensation going up my wrist and arm
it makes me feel better when your harsh
im down again wanting more pain
the blood falls only to leave a stain
i dig my teeth in my hand,
i cry and try to stand
this is what you did
now bring me a gun
lets get this over with
bc sooner or later i will be dead
so to another good-bye for those who cried
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