bleed bleed bleed
is all I can think about
alone in my room, getting the knife to my wrists
just cut through the veins, life'll be over soon
the happyness people feel
I can't share the feeling
I try to cry, just to feel emotion
but there's nothing, really nothing
I try to stay alive
but how can I survive?
there's one thing I want
I only want pain
pain when I slice my wrists
I can't get enough
I'd rather feel pain then nothing at all
I'm so sick of feeling numb
this emptyness
is leading me to strange things
when no understands me
I'll always have something with me
to feel PAIN
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I really like this. Very good.
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