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Addict
Close the door
Feel the pain
Turn on the shower
Let it rain.
Wash the blood
Upon my wrists
They're always angry
Shaking fists.
The blade is sharp
Against my skin
They don't get it
I can't win.
I feel disgusting
I feel hated
By all but my knife
Calm and serated.
Against my skin
New scars appear
Bright and risen
They scream for all to hear.
I hate my body
I hate my skin
The scars I make
Are now my kin.
I am an addict
Now trying to heal
But the relapse is random
On a big spinning wheel.
I only wish
That you would just listen
Because all that I want
It the scars to have risen..
Feel the pain
Turn on the shower
Let it rain.
Wash the blood
Upon my wrists
They're always angry
Shaking fists.
The blade is sharp
Against my skin
They don't get it
I can't win.
I feel disgusting
I feel hated
By all but my knife
Calm and serated.
Against my skin
New scars appear
Bright and risen
They scream for all to hear.
I hate my body
I hate my skin
The scars I make
Are now my kin.
I am an addict
Now trying to heal
But the relapse is random
On a big spinning wheel.
I only wish
That you would just listen
Because all that I want
It the scars to have risen..
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