My wrists show my pain,
Yet you still laugh, and think I'm insane?
My razor is bloodied,
My skin so badly sullied.
Blood runs down my arms,
I can see where I carved.
If I died right now,
would anyone care how?
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 10:57 PM UTC
My wrists show my pain,
Yet you still laugh, and think I'm insane?
My razor is bloodied,
My skin so badly sullied.
Blood runs down my arms,
I can see where I carved.
If I died right now,
would anyone care how?
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