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Who Could Love Me?
A hole in my body,
A hole in my chest,
A hole in my life,
Always depressed.
A pain in my stomach,
A pain in my soul,
A pain in my mind,
For I have no control.
Blood on the floor,
Blood through the night,
Blood on my wrists,
Crimson and bright.
A thought of you,
A thought of hate,
A thought of death,
Left me in a state.
A scream of silence,
A scream of pain,
A scream of torture,
Driving me insane.
Cuts on my skin,
Cuts violently,
Cuts bleeding love...
But who could love me?
A hole in my chest,
A hole in my life,
Always depressed.
A pain in my stomach,
A pain in my soul,
A pain in my mind,
For I have no control.
Blood on the floor,
Blood through the night,
Blood on my wrists,
Crimson and bright.
A thought of you,
A thought of hate,
A thought of death,
Left me in a state.
A scream of silence,
A scream of pain,
A scream of torture,
Driving me insane.
Cuts on my skin,
Cuts violently,
Cuts bleeding love...
But who could love me?
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