She's proud of herself and she won't tell you why
It's been almost a week since she last even tried
But the voices won't stop and today they won
Will she go for the blade or end it all with a gun?
After hours of crying and arguing with herself
She gives in and opens the hidden box in her shelf
Overwhelmed with emotions she selects her blade
Oddly delighted with the choice that she's made
So once again she takes a razor to her vein
Without even flinching and feeling no pain
Well there is pain of course but it is mistaken for praise
She is lacking in judgment because of the daze
She sits there emotionless as blood pours from her wrist
Giving in to that feeling she's so long resist
A smile crosses her face as it spills down her arm
She's caught in the evil we know as self harm
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC
She's proud of herself and she won't tell you why
It's been almost a week since she last even tried
But the voices won't stop and today they won
Will she go for the blade or end it all with a gun?
After hours of crying and arguing with herself
She gives in and opens the hidden box in her shelf
Overwhelmed with emotions she selects her blade
Oddly delighted with the choice that she's made
So once again she takes a razor to her vein
Without even flinching and feeling no pain
Well there is pain of course but it is mistaken for praise
She is lacking in judgment because of the daze
She sits there emotionless as blood pours from her wrist
Giving in to that feeling she's so long resist
A smile crosses her face as it spills down her arm
She's caught in the evil we know as self harm
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