Scars

The scars across my wrist
Show my pain
The feelings on the inside
This isn't a game

When Im feeling low,
Sad, depressed or upset
I reach for the knife
More scars do I get

Long and deep do I cut
Blood begins to pour
Creating little pools
Of blood on the floor

I know one day
This will be my fate
To fall to the floor
For then it'll be to late

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