Smiles, giggles and laughs,
All thoese things,
I left in my past.
Now its only lonley nights and
silent cries,
Razor blades and kitchen knives.
Wanting to die,
Yet to scarred to take my own life.
Will it ever end?
Why did it choose me?
When its the slits that people see,
Why can't they look inside and see,
Before they automaticlly judge me?
I've learned we don't always get our
way,
So as much as I don't want to,
I'll live to see another day........



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