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I look at my wrists and see the red mist

I love the feel of the razorblade’s kiss

I look ahead and see the final day

the fateful day when it all decays

the people I care for will all be dead

and then I will lie face down in bed

and think of all they said to me

the ways they always tried to help

and then inside ill start to melt

ill start to break apart and fray

my mind will go all blank and grey

ill take the knife and plunge it deep

ill make sure to end this grief the pain of living would be too much

if I had no one left to touch

I know that if I was alone

I would cut the skin down past the bone

and let it all just flow away

id kill myself so id no longer pay

this trifling life it burns my skin

ill burn away my childish sin

ill step into the burning flame

and burn away all the scars and shame