I sitting here in my
room thinking of you.
Thinking why you left me,
left me with all this
pain in my heart.
You made me promise
you not to cut myself
but you lied to me.
You broke my heart.
So I pick up this blade
and start cutting myself again.
There is no stopping
the blood now.
I feel weak and I
look very pale.
I don't won't to
see you at my funeral
because I wrote a
letter to my mother
and told her all the
stuff that I went though and
you put me though.
 
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