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This pain, this hurt locked away in my head,

Nobody knows how inside, I’m already dead.

Blood on my wrist, there is glass in my hand.

Nobody knows, they cannot understand.

They don't listen, so, they don’t hear me cry.

Nobody knows, I just wish I could die.

Shaking fingers, grasp this plea for release

Nobody knows how the pain will not cease.

Sadness bleeding, emptying to the floor,

Nobody knows I always craved for more

Bleeding slowly, until my wound will close,

Dying slowly, nobody knows...