i'm in my room alone, waiting for someone to come to my window
but dont
i take the sissors so independently sitting on my window side
i play music that sooths my soul
i look out to the stars and know there is a way... but never find it
i put the blades to my arm and in the straight lines, blood comes up from
the cuts
the only pain i can control
are you scared?
 
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