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Tears run down my face
Begging to leave this place
My addiction to cutting myself
Has taken over
Blood runs down my arms
And tears run down my face
I look around
And see no one that truly cares
Alone in my little room
Asking what’s wrong with me
Why do I always end up hurting in the end?
Why is nothing helping?
Why am I so abnormal?
Why when I go to sleep,
Do I cry myself to sleep?
Red roses die,
Why can’t I?
Death seems to conquer my soul
Taking me into more pain
Still crying
Still asking those questions
Pain is deep engraved in my eyes
No more tears to cry
So I sit there
And rock back and forth
The same questions run through my brain
Why am I still here?
Why don’t I die?
What does this world want from me?
It’s already seen me cry
It’s already seen my pain
What makes me so special?
That I’m not so loved?
What makes me so special?
That no one would love me for a dime?
The questions run on,
And I am still stunned.
The tears have stopped,
But not the pain.
My arm hurts like hell,
But the urges keep on coming.
I can’t control them anymore.
They now have a mind of their own.
I look around,
And cry for help.
No one listens.
They all ignore.
Death grabs my sad little heart,
And I am no more…

 
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