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I feel the knife on my skin.
I'm cutting again.
I don't want to die,
But how hard can I try
To hide my pain
That's viewed as profane
By those who don't care
That I'm gasping for air
And don't mind if I cry?
A little more I die
Everyday I'm alive.
They don't care if I survive.
They don't care I'm in pain.
There's nothing for them to gain.
They watch be as I flee
Into my misery.
To them, it's a slow,
And they watch my blood flow.
Tears stream down my face.
I've fallen from grace
And into a life
Where they cheer for my strife.