Late night hours,
Bright lit stars,
Blood stained pillows,
Knife’s hidden in drawers,
Our lives aren’t that great…
So we fill up with hate…
Think about our dieing fate…
Fight and debate…
Then there it goes again,
Another scar to add to our arms,
Closer and closer to that vein,
We scream and scream with pain,
It hurts but we can’t stop,
No matter how much we fought,
We just can’t stop.

 
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