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Jul 2013
I don't know why, but I do
I torture myself for you
Slit my wrists and burn my skin
Whilst I hideaway the tears within
I don't know why, but I do
I seem to cry when thinking of you
Dizzy in my hysteria I drown in sorrow
Only to do it all again tomorrow
I don't know why, but I do
I blind myself when I see you
Collapse then pour acid in my eye
So I may find the truth behind the lie
I don't know why, but I do
I deafen myself when I hear you
Scream until I lose my sense
My pulse radiates a pain so immense
I don't know why, but I do
I try to defend and justify you
I need to accept my stupidity
And realise you never think of me
I don't know why, but I do
**** myself to remember you
Sally Jane Wilcox
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