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Today when I felt the first cut go into me

I felt the whims of being free.

Today when you fucked with my soul, and made me cry

I just thought I'd cut just to make my self feel alive.

Today when you lost your bounds, and hit me

You just sat and told me you were sorry.

You left the singe and the burn on my lips

The Tears, The Crying, The hitting, and The Whips.

No longer will accept the way that this pain has made me hurt

This is the only way it will comfort.

When I swollowed the pain, as the girl fell apart.

I shall not cut my self again

For now, your death has made it's amends.

But I'm left with the scars from yesterday

Now... I just pray