maybe id be pretty
sprawled across the floor
take a bullet to my head
sadness nevermore

a gun is not acessible
and so i reach instead
to the razor on the counter
i lay here bleeding on my bed

i never amounted to what you wanted
you cant see the pain that i hide
you dont see the real person i am
you dont see the tears that i cried

this is an act of escape
an act of expression too
all of these scars cover me
are all because of you
 
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