People think I’m weird
Think I’m fucked in the head
Some people hate me
Most want me dead
I’m trying to please everyone
I want to end my life
Looking at the sharp instrument
That helps me end my strife
Sliding it across my skin
It doesn’t hurt at all
Watching people watching me
Watching their eyes fall
People don’t understand
That this is my life
My life is stored
In “my little knife”
I work it through my flesh
Watch it cut deep
Looking at the wound
Watching the blood seep
With my blood
Comes all of my fears
All of my anguish
Kept inside me for years
All of my anger
Is taken out with pain
I finish for this time
Tomorrow I’ll do the same…again
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