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I think it'd be great to slice myself open from time to time
I wanna see what's inside, but its just gushing, sad blood.
I don't really give a s**t anymore, I just wanna feel something other than this.

I wanna see it dribble and drop and set me ******** free,
Too bad I'm too smart to really believe it works.
Just causes more problems.

But somehow, I don't think my life could be more worthless than this.

You're not happy and you can't hide it anymore,
You wanna run away from me and who am I to make you stay?
I bet you stay out of guilt because you're scared of what I'm capable of.
I've been losing my mind around you a lot more lately.

Feels like I'm drowning in the depths of my own despair, I'm not really sure how this will end but I'm sure it won't end well.

You don't even love me anymore, do you?
I think we've grown apart, but I won't confront you.

The idea of being all alone in the world is much too much to bare,
So I'd rather have the scars on my body.

I remember the last time I cut, the last time I scratched, the last time I bled.
It felt so good, all three occasions.
But the after effects just aren't what you're looking for.

Why is self deprecation and physical harm so wrong?
seems like its the only way to stay sane to me.

But if he ever found out how much the idea of drawing a knife across my arms excited me,
I'm sure he'd run for the hills so I hide it so.