Cutting sickens me
but it's my only joy
It's all over my arm as you can see
All I am is a saddened boy
Nothing very important at all
Besides, I want to be rid of this life
Slowly starting to fall
All I can think of is my strife
Not like I was needed
Since I lost my only love
Even though I pleaded
I was the one to take the shove
All my life was just a waste
But with my life nearing it's end, the freedom I can taste
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