It's all your fault
You made me cut
All those mean things you said
It all just kept running through my head.

It's all your fault
You made me cut
You even handed me a knife
And told me to die.

It's all your fault
You made me cut
You told me everyone hates me
And that no one would even notice if I were gone.

It's all your fault
You made me cut
But that's okay
It takes away all my pain anyway.

It's not your fault
I made myself cut
I just hate myself
And you were right about everything.


This poem probably didn't make sense to you. But no one will probably
ever understand...
 
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