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I look at you with a tear in my eye,

Trying hard to not cry;

You look at me in the eye

And notice the truth my eyes.

You already know what I have to say-

I guess I didn't hide it well;

As I pour out all I have to say,

You listen with an open heart to help me.

I stumble through what I have to say,

You listening to the very end-

To my suicidal confessions.

I tell you I've been cutting my wrists

With those razor blades I had saved,

I tell you I had been taking painkillers

To numb my pain inside,

I tell you I'm trying to get an eating disorder

Because of how worthless to life I feel.

I explain it all to you-

My suicidal confessions.