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these bloody legs and bloody arms

are all that shows the things that harm

my broken heart and broken soul

as my life hits the ground and rolls

over and over, again and again

I close my eyes and count to ten,

when you twist the truth and lie to me

you lie to your self too cant you see?

oh how I wish that I could weep

but you sow what you reap.

I wish I could die, my life is so wry

this need to make my body cry

all leads to nigh

my body, my skin, it weeps so well

any attention from you makes my heart swell

I wish this need would go away

my wants, my needs, they are so fey

this pain I feel, it bleeds my heart

the bloody pain is why I start to cut the pain out from in

I live my life bathed in sin

this shame of relief is just so hard

hard to deal with when I let down my guard

and then I hear you start to say

that pain and hurt are not the way

I just cant help it, the pain it helps

with out the pain my heart it melts

it melts away from the rational

I really don’t care if its fissionable

to hurt this way, my heart is fey

I cut, I hurt, you know this well

my pain, my blood, it makes this hell

your ignorance hurts me so much

this pain may leave me with your touch

but that relief you took away

its my heart upon which you prey.