too many lies so many mistakes
how much more abuse can my heart?
sitting on the bed with a knife in my hand
crying over love and listening to my favorite band
the blade is sharp and the song is long
i slit my wrist and let the blood fall
the blood is running to my finger tips
and on the floor all my blood has dripped
What did you think
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that harsh but i get wat ur tryin to say im going throw the samthing ur not alone
if u need to talk send me a message.
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