I ***** in restaurant bathrooms
I drag the blade across my thighs
I don’t want to **** myself
I just want to know I’m alive
There are stains on the mattress
From the night you yelled at me
It's kind of like my flesh
Just wants to break free
I draw lines on my stomach
I just want to melt into the wind
So, I take a razor to my veins,
And cut till I like my skin
Then, I take the blade to my wrists
And bleed till I'm razor thin
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 9:12 AM UTC
I ***** in restaurant bathrooms
I drag the blade across my thighs
I don’t want to **** myself
I just want to know I’m alive
There are stains on the mattress
From the night you yelled at me
It's kind of like my flesh
Just wants to break free
I draw lines on my stomach
I just want to melt into the wind
So, I take a razor to my veins,
And cut till I like my skin
Then, I take the blade to my wrists
And bleed till I'm razor thin
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