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Another..
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Sad\Depressing Poems Another scar
Another story
Another slashed wrist
Just for all the glory
Dying inside,
I need to be saved
The razor is my saviour
It's always there
It never questions, never asks 'why'
It doesnt feel that I am pathetic if I start to cry
It's there for me and for me it lies
It always cuts me down to size
One of these days its going to be the death of me
Right now that Is what I pray for
I am tired of all this pain
I am tired of always wanting more..
