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The blade glitters in my hand

Everything I know falls around me like the sand

I just mutter to myself, "Oh starry night!

How I wish they wouldn't fight.

I would give the heavens all my might,

so I wouldn't have to feel pain's bite!"

As I make the first cut

I hear the shouts calling me a slut

So I sit there crying

Assessing why I shouldn't be dying

I knew my brother was lying

So more time for him he was buying

As the blood runs down my arm

I began to think of all the harm

That I would begin to cause

So the bleeding I would pause

I would save it for another day

Just so I could see life in another way