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by sweetsympathy. Jan 31, 2007 category : Life, society / other
I come home To the fake life I lead I run to my room and lock my life in by the door its' the only place I am free I cry on my bed with my pillow at hand My body always feels like sand Just so much fun to play with So easliy forgotten after the day So I take the razor to my wrist Its helps tighten the loose end within I do it carefully one bad move I might loose my hand I am numb to the pain so I smile with lots of gee Numb to the blood that comes This is me