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Bleeds like a paper cut

Stings like a bitch

Long jagged cut thru my soul

Tiny little red mark  leaving so much pain

So tiny you can't see it

Growing bigger inside me

Bleeds like a paper cut

Stings like a bitch

Depression boils stronger

I slowly grow weak

Becoming so unstable no one can stop it--

But me

Bleeds like a paper cut

Stings like a bitch

Losing so much sleep

Not eating anything

To sick to do anything

Anything but weap

So much like a paper-cut

Sliced in my chest

Takes so long to heal

Just like---

A paper-cut.