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Four Years a Slave (to the blade)

It all started
Four years ago

It all started
With feeling low

It all started
Feeling alone

It all started
In this home

I'm not quite sure how I made it out alive

Even though these torn wrists hang to my side

Where was I
I was in hell

I felt like I might as well

Four years a slave
Four years of obeying the blade

Four years a slave
Four years of feeling like a disgrace

I had to escape
I had to stop cutting my wrists

I had to just say
"I can get through this"

I have to make
A place in my mind

Where it doesn't matter

If nobody is kind

If only you'd see
How happy I used to be
You would realize this could happen again to you and me

Please don't give in
It is not your master

Even though
You feel like a mentally exploited disaster.

Four years a slave
But now I'm surely free

Four years a slave
But now I'm happy for eternity

I was troubled
But that is gone

Its time for those of you that still cut to just move on

There's no point to
Slashing or burning your wrists
You just have to say
I CAN DEAL WITH THIS