I had a bad day
Yet a horrible life
But that can be taken care of
With a slit from the knife

Take a look at my arms
This is what you made me do
I wish I never met you
I think of all those mean things you said
I'd rather be dead.

As I watch the blood drip to the floor
I hear my mom open the door
I try cleaning all of it up before she can see
She takes a couple steps in
I don't want her to see me like this again.
 
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