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Sitting in a corner

Cutting away the pain

I start to lose myself

In this mindless game



Hurt and dejected

Lost and alone

I start to ponder the point of it all

And if I have a life worth living



The world is dark

My life so full of shit

Is there any order to this chaos

Can't life be normal for a bit



Slowly scars will heal

And more will come to take their place

What's the point of living

If this is all I face



Sitting in a corner

With a knife in hand

I contemplate the matter

And look at where I stand



It would be so easy

It would end my pain

If this knife slipped a little too deep

In this slit I've made



Then maybe the others will see

How it's all their fault

I might still be here

If they had given me a thought