Sitting on the bathroom floor,
My back resting on the door.
I pull my sleeve up and bracelets off,
Sharpener blades just weren't enough.
I took the blade across my skin,
Alot of blood for something so thin.
I went over and over until the blood wouldn't stop.
I started to scare, rested a tissue on top.
It carried on for what felt like an hour or two,
After a while my hand went blue.
I was scared, I thought I'd die
But I'm alive I won't ask why.
Now I'll live on and won't do it again.
And it's up to me to help my friends.
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