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Suicidal Intuition
one cut two cut
three cut four
five cuts six cuts
i need more
on my wrists
they're everywhere
carved into my skin
to show how much i care
bleeding and bleeding
it hurts me so bad
but ill take the pain
it stops being sad
it becomes normal
i do it everyday
cutting and cutting
cutting away
maybe ill live
maybe ill die
nobody knows
but this is goodbye
i dont say a word
i act like im fine
as soon as they leave
this knife becomes mine
i wear big old sweaters
so my scars cant show
millions beneathe
but no one shall know
what im doing
when their backs are turned
im a stupid little girl
they thought that i learned
what was anger management for
and counseling
if i wasnt getting better
why didnt i say something
oh but i did
everyday i said more
but nobody cared
so i lie on the floor
carving my skin
hoping to die
im numb from the pain
i dont even cry
it doesnt hurt
its relief for me
it makes life better
but no one can see
cutting has reasons
and the reasons ill tell
its the end of my life
because life is hell
im not killing myself
just cutting a bit
i cant die from this
so dont worry about it
if i wanted to die
i know what id do
grab a gun
go out and find you
shoot you once
then shoot you twice
first for the lies
second for the bad advice
then id kill myself
after i know your dead
we will both gone
not just one of us instead
suicidal yes i am
and i dont really care
what you have to say
the scars are everywhere
they arent disapeering
neither is my strife
so i'll take a gun
and finally end my life
its what everybody wanted
and what they knew i'd do
