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Jun 2015
Locked myself in my bathroom
Blade pressed against my wrist.

Weeping out my life regrets
Slicing till to there's nothing left.

Oh, what a sin
I commit

I'll sit right here
With nothing left

Mother, I'm sorry.

Don't blame me
I was weak.

I'll love you
I'll watch over you from up above
Till there's nothing left

I won't hurt you.
Mother please, forgive me.

It wasn't you
It was me.

Oh mother, don't blame me.
I wrote it down, and I feel better.
Written by
Isabelle Emily  26/F/California
(26/F/California)   
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