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i watch my tears as they slowly fall

looking in the mirror i can see it all

who is that girl, the one that i see

and why is she stareing straight back at me

so much pain i see in her eyes

she tries to hide it in her barely disquise

barely happy barely mad

always depressed continueusly sad

she hurts so much i can feel it in me

the pain wont end, she constantly bleeds

she cries out for help but no one can hear

nobody cares, no one comes near

every day she makes a new scar

deeper and deeper she cuts in her arm

S is the first letter she starts to make

O is the second her happyness is fake

R is the third letter she carves

R again another scar on her arm

Y is the last letter now she bleeds

its finally over shes down on her knees

she drinks the blood as it rolls down her wrist

cuttings now a habbit, something she cant resist

sometimes she does it for pain sometimes just to bleed

i walk away from the mirror, and realize, the girl is me!