you say i'm killling myself...
you say i'm i'm only making it worse for myself....
you say that its bad.....
it won't kill me i won't let it.....
how can it be worse for me when thats the best i feel all day...
how can it be bad when its the only time ifeel half way good...
i'm a cutter i escape the pain through the blade.....
and u saying how bad it is only makes me want ot do it more....
I wont actually I can't go a day without the drug of the day MY BLOOD
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depressing poetry...
pretty much poems thas bout it
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