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i carve your name in my wrists

i dont know why, your a stupid prick

all the blood that pours

i whipe with my tissuse

my arm is so sore

i start to panic

my sister is screamin my name

what are you doing?

what is your game?

i put my wrist band on and run downstairs

everybody is staring at me

even though i know they dont care

sophies at the door they say

i answer the door she asks me if im ok

im aching im in agony

but i dont tell her

because i know she'll hate me

or tell everybody

or once again she might tell my family