*Carving scars into my skin, Wishing I could make it end.
Stop my tears that flow in streams, And stop my piercing, unheard screams.
Everynight to God I pray,
That I won't live another day.
The scars are countless, The wounds are deep.
Another night goes by, no sleep. Blood stains my pillow, tears in my eyes,
I don't feel any pain, So why do I cry?
I know what I'm doing, just not how to quit.
It's easier to focus on a wrist that's split.
So what If I have a few scars on my arm,
There's no major slashes, No irreversible harm.
Why must I stop, Do you want me to die?
Without a way to release all the tears I can't cry.
All the pills you throw at me, They don't help a bit.
'Cuz as you can see, my wrists are still slit.
I say this is it and I tell you goodbye, You say "oh well, just don't do it
inside".
I think it over and decide your not worth my life
It's not worth being dead, to justify all my strife
For the rest of my life, these scars I shall bear,
As painful reminders that nobody cares...*

 
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