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With this pen

I slit my wrist

Let it bleed on this page

Release the sadness and rage

Let these words

Pick the lock and let me out of this cage

 

Paint a smile for those I love

They don't need to know

So I do my best to hide

All the pain that's deep inside

Writing blood and tears

In this little book of mine

 

No, I don't want it to show

I don't want your attention for this

It just brings more pain

If blood on the floor

Is what it takes to say my name

I'd rather hear silence

At least it's honest

 

So I write these words

Just for me

To keep Death away

I scribe its name

And hope one day

The pain that fills my pen

Will drain away

And I can put this blade

 

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May 23, 2013
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