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The sharp, stinging sensation,
The thick, crimson blood.
The suffering pain, I can't get enough.
It's so addicting, I can't stop.
The blade pressed softly, upon my wrist,
Anytime that i get pissed.
Each day getting braver and braver,
Pressing just a bit harder.
I don't think about it,
I keep the pain inside.
It's hard to laugh with you,
When i want to die.
Everyone is so perfect, No one knows my pain.
You always bring me down,
Just to bring yourself up.
You make fun of me for i am different,
All because i don't hide the truth.
My pain makes it better, It puts me outside myself.
Why can't anyone see,
Can't you just let me be.