Three Swipes To Get Rid of You

Can't stop crying
Sick of the pain
Feel like dieing
I'm going insane
You'd think I'd learn from my mistakes
I can't go on for goodness sakes
Every night there's beatings and screaming
In the end, was there a meaning?
Do you go to sleep feeling good every night?
Knowing that I've lost my right
Because of you I'm cutting again
I need some help, I need a friend
You hit me when I don't obey
Why are you doing this, what did I say?
I'm sorry that I was born
Because of you my wrists are torn
Would you be happy if I died?
Or crawl in a hole and sit there and hide
I don't know what to do anymore
I've had enough, my body's too sore
And with that thought in my head
I know that I should be dead
Because if I was dead, I wouldn't have to hurt
I'm sorry that I'm considered as dirt
I come home to find you in the chair where you await
Your face is mangled with fury and hate
I start to run, but I know I've been beat
There's no way to stop it, know way to defeat
I scream that this is the last time your ever going to hit me
Your going to regret this, just wait and see
I run to the kitchen and grab a knife
Because of you I'm ending my life
Three good swipes, that should do it
Those three good swipes should help me through it
The first cut is for all those times you wouldn't let me be
The second cut is for nobody who could see
But that final cut, well that one's for me

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