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I do not know why

I always want to die

But sometimes when I'm pissed

I like to cut my wrist

It makes no sense

But it makes me not so tense

I'm freed of any pain

How? I cannot explain

But it seems to help me out

That is without a doubt

Only, it can be deceiving

Helping me out only for the time being.

and then it causes problems

Taking over like goblins

Destroying my life

And creating greater strife

But I ignore all of this

And continue to slit my wrist

While it may be wrong

The scars are still deep and long

And only time will tell

How much longer

I put myself through this hell.