Cuts
The scars on my wrist leave me confused
Was this all a painful ruse
The razor blade cuts deeper and deeper
As I'm waiting for the reeper
To come and take my life away
Soon my body begins to sway
I cut to deep, I hit a nerve
And now the razor takes a swerve
Oh God I'm scared what have I done?
I knew this wasn't only for fun
How else could I have shown my feelings
I watch the blood drip to the floor
Anxiously it reminds me of war
So much for dreaming of him being free willed
The color of blood clashes with my skin
As my head starts to spin
I call my friend -- she rushes over
We hug with my head on her shoulder I told her what happened
That's a true friend be there to get me help
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