Trust

Nowhere to run
Nowhere to go
Just trapped in an eternal hell
Where your only true friend
Is the knife you keep hidden in your drawer
You can't trust people
They'll only stab you in the back
Desert you for people who are more popular
But you can trust that knife
To release your stress when your blood is way to thick
Painting your wrists red now
Drawing a dark twisted shape on you later
So you can run your finger over your scar
And be happy
Because you know your tension is gone for now
Until the time comes again
When you want to see your blood turn red from your blue veins
As it runs to the floor

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