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I'm so cold, so alone, so afraid, petrified,

My silver knife in the wooden desk drawer,

My key in my black jewellery box, under the desk,

My parents oblivious to my pain and suffering.



My body cold as the Antarctic icebergs in the frozen sea,

Things keep getting worse for me, day after day,

You'll never change me, i'm too far gone in my world,

Tears each night soak my pillows and covers.



Someone cure this pain, it's never gonna go away,

My life, a big nothing, a waste of useful energy,

Everytime I try to be happy I fail, I can't be happy,

A big lead coffin takes me away, dead.



If I can't be happy, i'll stop upsetting you instead,

That would be much better and easier on everyone!

Remembering me years after i'm rotted away to bone,

Nothing but a skeleton left, emaciated from death.



I can't hide it any more, my pain finally revealed,

The scars, marks and lacerations on my arms revealed,

How is it that no-one could see my problem?

The marks spelling the words 'love me' on my arms,

Perpetually never loved, always hated!