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I look at my wrist
and pick at my scabs
remembering last night
as i sat on my knees...
crying bleeding
with one hand in the other
hoping it will stop
make the pain go away
I dont know
what's wrong with me?
why cant i change?
will no one help me?
why did they leave me?
i dont understand
I want to help
I want to stop
i hate this feeling
i hate the pain
i hate the scars
i hate my life...
