I think i want to let go

I'm stupid as hell
i don't no whats wrong
why do i turn to the blade
I'm supposed to be strong

the cuts are ugly
i want them to go away
I'm sick of seeing them
i don't want them to stay

I'm f ucked up i admit
i let the devil get in
i just want to end it now
and let the red man win

Ive tried before
to end my life
cut my wrist
with my friend the knife

the cuts were deep
but I'm still here
so i took some pills
and thought i cried my final tear

but i was wrong
what a surprise
i woke up the next day
still broken inside

i tried once more
by drinking way to much
but it didn't work
I'm just becoming cold to the touch

so i just sit in my room
with my music turned up loud
and once again take the blade to my wrist
even though its stupid, and I'm not proud

i just like the feeling and the control
of making myself hurt
instead of everyone else
kicking me to the dirt

i hate my house
i want to be free
and if that involves taking my life
just let me be

because no one helps me
or even tries
so i just hide
behind my secret disguise

maybe ill end it
be able to free myself
because thats who i count on
well...and the blade on the shelf

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