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The cut runs deep, below the surface

Never feel regret, until it begins to close

Feel the pain subside, the haunting thoughts disappear

Screaming doesn't help anymore, regardless of who or what it's aimed at

In the end it's all your fault, nobody to blame

You can't tell anyone, cause then you're WEAK

Feel the cold liquid drip down onto the floor

You feel warm inside, you want to sleep it all away

The voices inside seem to disintegrate into nothingness

"IT'S NOT REAL, YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID"

It works for a while, 1 day, 1 week, 1 month

But in the end it's only temporary, but the scars are forever

Nobody can know, nobody can see

"HIDE IT"

You feel strong dealing with it on your own, never telling anyone why you have blades on your person

You make the excuse that you use them for ART projects

"THEY KNOW"

It's okay though, even if they did know, what can they say

They don't understand

The only people who understand are the ones who suffer the same as you

Then you meet someone, she does the same thing

You fall for her, but can't say anything because that would be STUPID

You hang out everyday at school, she talks about nothing and you respond with nothing

You talk for hours never saying anything, nothing matters

She invites you over to her house to chill, WHATEVER

You meet her family, now you see why she's like you

Her Mom tells her she's worthless, her Dad slaps her ass, her Brother calls her a slut

"SHE'S PERFECT"

She says she's gonna change real quick and to wait for her

You can feel the eyes on you, the jealous hungry eyes

Eyes of people needing to tear someone down, you run to the bathroom

Just a quick slice, feel the chill drip into the sink

She knocks and asks if you're okay

"SHE WANTS TO SEE. SHOW HER"

You open the door and respond with nothing

You both go into her room, and you see why her family hates her

BLACKNESS

Walls are painted black, with posters all over of bands you listen to

She asks why you were in the bathroom so long

She asks if you were "CUTTING"

Now you know, you know, you, know.

You lift your sleeve, and she gasps

Not a pleasent gasp, one of shock and disgust

"SHE HATES YOU NOW YOU MORON"

She says she wont judge you if you promise not to judge her

She lifts her pant leg, she has more scars than you

But cut in different designs, almost beautiful, almost...ART

She says she would stop when she found someone like her, someone who hurt like her

You both swear to stop, swear to deal with each others pain

You destroy your blades, all but one

"YOUR FUCKING FAVORITE KNIFE"

You are both clean for months, you deal with it together

Then one day, she doesn't come to school

You go to her house, and her Dad and Brother stop you outside

"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS FREAK"

You hear her crying, push past her family

She found out about your knife, she wants nothing to do with you now

"YOU FUCKED IT UP. LIKE ALWAYS"

You go home now, feel the voices

Hear the anger, grab the knife

"LAST TIME I SWEAR"

Decide to make these ones look beautiful, just like her leg

Cut too deep, feel the cold flow onto the sink, the toilet, the floor...

The voices are gone now, the pain...nonexistent, all you can hear is       

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As you slip away, you see legs, beautiful legs, but it's too late

No more pain, no more sorrow, no more anything.

"NO MORE"