Fight

by Mary   Sep 27, 2004


I cut every night
to try and end this fight
i used to take pills
to end these chills
i wish it could go away
find someone else and stay
im tired of this game
ever things always the same
i hate this life
all my pain and strife
my wrists are cut
because everyone calls me a s***
i cut every night
because of this fight

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