Where were you when I started crying every day at 2?
Where were you when life contemplating was the only thing I could do?
Where were you when the pain of every thing that has ever hurt me hit me all at once?
Where were you when I found the razor blade and started cutting again for fun?
Where were you when I cut too deep and the world slowly faded to black?
You aren't here, you never are, so who knows whose fate is that.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 9:56 AM UTC
Where were you when I started crying every day at 2?
Where were you when life contemplating was the only thing I could do?
Where were you when the pain of every thing that has ever hurt me hit me all at once?
Where were you when I found the razor blade and started cutting again for fun?
Where were you when I cut too deep and the world slowly faded to black?
You aren't here, you never are, so who knows whose fate is that.
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