I don't cut but i know of some people who do so this I write for you

My arm is stinging
I hear the school bell ringing
Another day another scar
Their words are like knives
I'm starting to die inside

Everynight I go home and cry
I don't know anyother way to ease this pain
This razor is stained with my blood
My sleaves hide my secrets
They give another punch to my soul
I give another slice to my arm

They think that their cool
I think their all fools
Words are their weapons
They trample the weak to get where they want

Can't they see that their killing me
My soul hurts more than these scars
I can't handle this anymore
Some one save me
My dying soul is in pain
 
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