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Cut
I can't seem to hide my scars,
Because they're all on my arms.
Slashes and cuts written in skin,
Reminders of where I’ve been.
Inside my head's a chaotic scene,
So bad that I feel like I'm in a dream.
Terrified by what I'm feeling in every way
I just want to slice my arms like they were being filleted.
To end my life then and there and make sure I bleed out,
I used to cut to feel the pain but that’s not my motive now.
Because they're all on my arms.
Slashes and cuts written in skin,
Reminders of where I’ve been.
Inside my head's a chaotic scene,
So bad that I feel like I'm in a dream.
Terrified by what I'm feeling in every way
I just want to slice my arms like they were being filleted.
To end my life then and there and make sure I bleed out,
I used to cut to feel the pain but that’s not my motive now.
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