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I sit here in the dark late at night

Tears running down my face

I grab the razor from my beside drawer

I slash it against my skin

I sit as I watch the blood flow out

I make a few more to release the stress

To forget the pain ever existed

Just for a moment everything is alright

But then the blood stops flowing

And i'm forced to face reality again

The tears come again as well the regret

Another relapse to live with

A few more scars to hide

And a lie to keep living

I'm not strong enough

I need to relapse

— The End —