I look at the scars on my wrist, Make a fist,
Knowing they shouldn't be there.
I take a look at my life and how Screwed up it is,
If I could just turn back time and Change everything,
I would, but I can't,
So what am I supposed to do?
There's no one to care,
No one to cry to,
No one at all,
Just you and the blade.
 
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