Lost the fight

As I drag the blade across my skin,
I see your pity filled face.
Hating myself for this repeating sin,
But still keeing up my pace.

You told me once that I should stop,
I said whatever for?
I said with me do you want to swap?
Then I walked out of the door.

I walked calmly around the corner,
Then began to cry.
I told myself that I'm a goner,
Begging God I'd die.

Since God will not fulfill my prayer,
I'll do it all alone,
But I want to thankyou you for being there
So I didn't lose the fight alone.

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