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They Will Never Realise..
They see your cuts,
They see your scars,
They see the marks that cover your arms.
They see the tears,
They hear the screams,
But they dont see what haunts your dreams,
They see the hurt,
They see the pain,
But in truth they dont undestand the gain.
Of a simple cut,
Of a simple burn,
They never will until its their turn,
For the hurt, the pain, the silence.
That makes you seek the releif of a knife,
A simple prick,
A small little slice,
Would make others sick,
But makes us feel so nice,
Brings a smile to our face,
But gone again too soon,
Under the rays,
Of a full blooded moon.
They see your scars,
They see the marks that cover your arms.
They see the tears,
They hear the screams,
But they dont see what haunts your dreams,
They see the hurt,
They see the pain,
But in truth they dont undestand the gain.
Of a simple cut,
Of a simple burn,
They never will until its their turn,
For the hurt, the pain, the silence.
That makes you seek the releif of a knife,
A simple prick,
A small little slice,
Would make others sick,
But makes us feel so nice,
Brings a smile to our face,
But gone again too soon,
Under the rays,
Of a full blooded moon.
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