Slowly it spreads
Through every vein,organ
Until it gets to my eyes
And I start to cry
I reach for the phone
But no one is home
I sink lower in my sorrow
And my wrist starts to itch
I cry harder,God I'm such a bitch
I stop,and remember my knife
I wish I had the courage to end my life
But I'm not
My knife is all I've got
People don't know what I do
How I make myself get through
My wrist filled with lines
From the hardest times
But they don't know
They don't show
The slightest bit of care
I'm left here drowning...In my despair
 
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