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I cut my wrist,To see how much it bleeds

Fed from the shit you feed

Stones I'll throw at my creator

For all the pain,In which I cator

To make the pain subside

Within the diaries filled with cryptic enteries

Head spinning with unforgettable memories



I cut my wrist,For the pleasure

That over comes my darkened heart

So violently torn apart

Paper,Scribbled with morbid thawtz

To wish I would die

From the things I devour

Nothing's in my power



I cut my wrist,Cuz I don't care

If indeed I really did at all

Look over the edge,Slip and fall

Enjoy the feeling while it lasts

Never look back upon my past

Which made my life this living hell

With every second I'm alive



I cut my wrist,To watch the blood

I shed for you and all your shit pulled

Eyes filled by tears,Blinded by lies

Trapped in this life,Which I dearly despise