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The pain deep inside
has burden me within
I can't control these urges
I just want to slice my arms
To watch the blood fall to the floor
little by little
the pool of blood to the ground
To feel every ounce of pain.
and never cry in sadness
I can't help but feel it all
Pain is my dearest friend of all
I want to slice my arms open
to watch each drip fall to the ground
Soon I will get rid of this misery
Left with no hope to this life
Soon this life will be long gone
Maybe one day it will get better
I want to cry out to the world
to show the pain i feel inside
But every scream that happens
nobody hears it at all
I will cut deep within me
To feel the ounce of pain
For some day I will no longer be here
Maybe than I will be more noticed
To feel every ounce of pain
To cry every single tear.
One day I will no longer be here
and by than be happy without me
has burden me within
I can't control these urges
I just want to slice my arms
To watch the blood fall to the floor
little by little
the pool of blood to the ground
To feel every ounce of pain.
and never cry in sadness
I can't help but feel it all
Pain is my dearest friend of all
I want to slice my arms open
to watch each drip fall to the ground
Soon I will get rid of this misery
Left with no hope to this life
Soon this life will be long gone
Maybe one day it will get better
I want to cry out to the world
to show the pain i feel inside
But every scream that happens
nobody hears it at all
I will cut deep within me
To feel the ounce of pain
For some day I will no longer be here
Maybe than I will be more noticed
To feel every ounce of pain
To cry every single tear.
One day I will no longer be here
and by than be happy without me
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I don't think there are many people that CAN'T empathize with this. I'm sure everyone thinks about this at some point or another, and as someone who came very close to doing just that, I have to agree with how you phrased it. It was almost a painful read, but not just because I know I almost cut–no, because I know there are people who weren't 'almosts,' people I know, and I wish I could see the signs. Someone stopped me before I did, saw what was happening and talked sense into me. I wish I could do the same.