dont push me;
im on the edge;
and right now;
im about to loes my head.

i grip the razor in my hand tightly;
as tears run down my face;
i push the sharp edge into my skin slightly;
and my head beggins to pace.

my friend sits and cries;
as he tells me im doing so much harm;
i just sit in a corner crying and sigh;
becuz to me it feels like such a charm.

my way of releasing;
all the pain, hate, and sorrow;
now this world i feel like leaving;
but then again ... theres always tomorrow.
 
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