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by Kendra Cazares Mar 6, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
As I sit here, with this knife in my hand looking at my wrists, as they bleed So much pain My heart aches The only way to make myself feel better, is to cut myself Watching my blood, leak out of my wrists, feels so good Relieves my pain and sorrows Nobody knows what I do to myself Nobody knows how I feel Nobody knows about all my pain and I'm going to keep it that way My wrists, so full of scars That's what all my pain has caused, bleeding wrists