So much hurt behind my lies-
dead yet so much alive-
broken relations and ties are the reasons that I cry-
all i want is to rise-
from this nightmare thats inside-
wrist burning with desire-
I'm hoping that this urge just dies-
resisting a cold metal blade-
crying as my brain slowly fries-
cuz no one cares about the girls-
that slit their wrists to get the prize-
a prize of sweet serenity-
so we can get through another day with ease-
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