One little slit.

There's nothing you can say
To make this pain go away.

These bloody tears started falling to the floor
The very second you walked out that door.

I need you, but you don't care
I really thought we were the prefect pair.

I guess it was just my imagination getting the better of me
But now it's all over and I finally see.

I guess it was the scars that finally made me realize
That this was just a fake story written by my mind.

I wish I could be an angel with wings so I could fly
Fly away from all this pain to the clouds in the sky.

Then I would be free and not have to hold a knife
I can't stand my whole life being full of strife.

I took down all the mirrors, cause I can't watch me end it
I grab the knife and put it to my throat, and ended it in one slit.

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