my wrist is my parchment
for all my twisted dreams
this razor is the pen
to make things what they seem

this blood is my ink
that flows so gracefully from me
and these scars are what hold me back
from doing what i see

and now this is the answer
to everything gone astray
this suicide is my calling
but i never wanted it this way
 
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