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My Blades are my Pills
Some use pills
I use blades
And that's okay
Because in the end, we're all the same
Addicts of something... Mine are blades
I am pathetic, lazy, and useless
But my blades make me forget that
They're my prized possession
It makes my day when I bleed
Even if the sky is gray
And Hell is all I see
I'll be okay
Because I have my blades
The only thing to make me happy
To make me high
And forget I'm living
Not one day do I feel dead
Because it takes one strike to come alive
To rise up, and be someone again
But if I were to lose my blades
I'd feel the pain
And that's not okay
Some tell me I'm insane
That I need help
That I'm not okay
But I won't get better
Until my blades get me higher
Until the blood is all I see
And life begins to pour back into me
This is achieved with my blades
They're all I need
And that's okay
I use blades
And that's okay
Because in the end, we're all the same
Addicts of something... Mine are blades
I am pathetic, lazy, and useless
But my blades make me forget that
They're my prized possession
It makes my day when I bleed
Even if the sky is gray
And Hell is all I see
I'll be okay
Because I have my blades
The only thing to make me happy
To make me high
And forget I'm living
Not one day do I feel dead
Because it takes one strike to come alive
To rise up, and be someone again
But if I were to lose my blades
I'd feel the pain
And that's not okay
Some tell me I'm insane
That I need help
That I'm not okay
But I won't get better
Until my blades get me higher
Until the blood is all I see
And life begins to pour back into me
This is achieved with my blades
They're all I need
And that's okay
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