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Help me!

I did it again, I made myself bleed

But I don't call it blood

I call it tears of red

I think if I'd cut any deeper

I would be dead

Right now

I know the risks

And the consequences

If I did it

But I can't stop my fit

When I cut

'til I can't anymore

And the scissors and knives fall to the floor

Please, someone, hear this plea

For help

For me

Sometimes I think about my life

The laughter, the strife

The good, the bad

And the things that got me mad

Now they seem stupid to us

And how I always made a fuss

I think about the future and the past

And how I wish it would last

But right now, I need help

For I fear I may scream

HELP!