I cut my self,
Because I feel,
All mixed up inside,
Does this make me?
Feel real,
I don't understand,
How I feel,
Until I cut,
The sooner I cut,
The better I feel,
Knows the pain,
Been through a lot too much,
Can't thing clearly I had enough emotions overcome me,
I cut but I don't feel the pain,
Stuck in this moment waiting to die,
It just not fair why did my older brother have to leave,
Without saying goodbye,
A shoulder to cry on and someone to tell me that they really care,
No one will ever understand the way I feel,
I hate that it kills me inside,
Was it a sign to me?
To tell me to go and get help,
My life not so different now,
The feelings are still they,
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