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look up world,

look up and see,

look what I have done to my body to me,

self mutilation,

a world apart,

from your perfect lives.

And so I took their advice,

they check your wrists but never your thighs,

so i cut,

a little deeper each time,

but never enough to die,

just enough to feel,

the pain from in, outside.

And you ask me why,

why I cry alone at night,

well it's not like your there with me.
When you hurt you cry,

when I hurt I just want to die.

You can hurt me and no one cares,

but when I hurt myself I can't share,

It's shameful,

hide it darling,

no one needs to know,

why do you do this to yourself?

you should be asking why you do this to me,

I can controll the pain,

how much it hurts,

how much red shows,

and it's the one part in my life I can controll,

to know my actions are why I'm hurting,

and I can't blame anyone.

So I'm going to paint a picture,

but this picture has a twist,

my paintbrush is a razor,

and my canvas is my wrist.