I want you to know of my past,
Please don't judge so fast.
I want you to know what I've done,
Call me stupid, it was fun.
I hurt the ones I love,
Just to stay above.
I'm killing my self slowly,
By the way i think so lowly.
All this blood running down my forearm,
Is no longer an alarm.
Gripping the razor in my hand,
All these tears are purely unplanned.
For the ones I love so dearly,
Why are they frightened so severely.
They treat me like a handful of mud,
All because my past is full of blood.
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