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The pain came back; it's still stuck in my mind,
I wish I could just leave it all behind.
The past consumes me, the future I fear,
Why should I hold back all of my tears?

All of these voices, saying stuff in my head,
I can hear them whisper, and they all want me dead!
Why am I here, stuck here all alone,
The voices they speak and make my heart feel of stone.

My eyes burn as my hands rise and pull my hair,
My heart screaming for mercy, why isn't my life fair?
I let my eyes wander for some kind of hope,
They rest on a blade, its sharpness provokes.
"Put your trust in me and your pain will all fade,
Just get rid of it all, I am here at your aid"

My other half warns me, it tells me blades lie,
But why would my friend cut himself all the time?
If he does it too then there must be a reason,
But if I cut myself, then that would be treason.

I hear footsteps, they're rapid, it has to be mom.
To keep her from worry I'll have to be calm.

My wrists are safe for the moment at least,
But it will not be for long, for the blade needs to feast.