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the blood drips down and across the skin

the blood is the tears behind the grin

it is the sorrow behind the mask

it is the happy smile given when asked

if anythings wrong, i tell the lie

then turn aroud and with a sigh

i tell the truth but its already too late

youve left me here with this bloodied slate

of my own lies and fractured mind

ive given up on trying to find

a cure for me, or reason for you

a reason not to do what i do

it makes me feel better, it makes me feel good

it makes me feel something like i know that i should

and so i drag the blade across the skin

and lay it open to see what lies within

if nothing comes then i know that im dead

and at that moment i can lay down my head

in resolution, in apathy

ill die right then, dont care if you dissagree

it will be my one true victory over myself

ill have found one way to truely go

ill have found one way to really know

what i am truely capapble of