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I look at my scars
I look at my veins
And think to myself
I’ll never be the same
I’ve let it change me
That tiny blade of silver
That torturous device
That shall control me no longer
It has held onto my life
Pushing me at will
To the verge of suicide
And the urge to kill
My soul is weak
So fragile and delicate
That if it kept control
I couldn’t live with it
It’s pulling me towards insanity
And guiding me to the edge
Towards the nearest cliff
Off the highest ledge
Wanting to kill
My heart the pray
Finally dead
In the spot I lay
Try to move forward
But only going back
Wondering if I’ll survive
Another attack
I turn my head
And face the door
Looking at my body
Flat on the floor
I look so shocked
To see the end
Of all the people
I won’t see again
A tear falls
As a sob is spoken
From my cursed lips
So cold and broken
I feel my heart
Alone and bleeding
My longs suffocating
I’m not breathing
A slow painful death
That’s plane to see
As for peace
Was not meant for me