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The scars are healing
from your beatings
how could you do this to me?

i thought you loved me
can you hear me?
i thought this was meant to be

i sit here staring at this
knife thinking whether or not
i should end this life

look what it comes it comes down to
you know what.i hate you

holding this knife up high
i slice my wrist
and wait for the pain to
subside

feeling numb
cant hear you anymore
blacking out now
my body lies cold on the
bathroom floor