It's light outside, it must be day.
Inside my mind it's fuzzy and grey.
People's faces pass me by
Do their eyes give their true feelings away?

Time just keeps on ticking by.
All kinds of emotions building up inside.
Now its dark inside and out
So manic, can anyone tell?

A voice that was dormant, now screams from within.
The sharpe silver blade sits easily in my hand.
It glides with ease deep into the skin.
Deep red blood oozes out and signifies pain.
O'H NO, not again.
 
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