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X's, crosses, words, and slits,

Drawn with razors to my wrists,

Done from stupid lessons learned,

Shapes in scars and eraser burns.

I cannot stop, I don't know why,

It doesn't hurt, I do not cry,

It takes away the pain inside,

It's the peace I cannot find.

Down my fingers and my thighs,

Nobody will ever hear my cries,

Lost within my unwell head,

I have to stop or I'll end up dead.

Shapes in scars and eraser burns,

Done from stupid lessons learned,

Drawn with razors to my wrists,

X's, crosses, words, and slits.