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Crying in your room You can’t face the pain You search around For something sharp Your tears dry You pull the sleeve up And place the blade Upon your arm. You press on the blade You feel it enter your skin Relief? OR Shame? You Battle though school The cuts are sore from your blazer You hardly dear to Do P.E You know it’s not right But is it the only way? You want to stop But The pain will still be here You fight to keep alive Everyday a new battle Everyday a new scar Everyday hopeless life That night you cut one more cut Slice once more Kill the pain Kill the habit You throw out the blade The blade which helped Your best friend Your worst enemy You’re forced to do P.E You fumble with your shirt Scared of the yes Your friend see’s the cuts You’re going to lunch She grabs your arm You flinch with the pain You catch sight of her arm She has the same She talks, she’s been there She knows You talk about home She understand The pain is the same You break the addiction With her help She knows She Cares i wrote this cause i no im not the only one out there who feels this way
