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It's bad enough
that I can't find the pen
I'll just use eyeliner
or even blood for ink
trust me it doesn't hurt too much
and I've got a razor in my purse
and I've blood enough
I've got all I need
It's bad enough
that I can't find the paper
I'll just use a napkin
from Starbucks
with fluffy coffee verses
odes to capitalism and caffiene
and recycled paper to save
some far off forsaken tree
But it kills me
when I can't find the words
to finally say what I mean
I've got plenty lies to tell
I keep them with my razor
in my perfect pretty bag
but someday I'd

rather the truth be seen
And it kills me even more
when I cry to you
to pick me up when I've been
crucified
and you tell me it's alright
just another scar
Don't ask me where it came from
I realize that you already know
AND GOD DAMN IT
I WISH I NEVER CRIED