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A knife in my side
a tear on my cheek
why is it always
pain that i seek
without even knowing
no conscious thought
im drowning in misery and I'm the one at fault.

Cut and bleeding
alone in the floor
crawling through puddles
scratching at the door
stumbling to the window
trying to break free
running from my murderer
funny that its me.


Why must I insist
on killing myself
another dream is broken
and set upon the shelf
another scar inside
another pain to hide
i dont want to die
but i know no other way
can you save me
from the girl in the mirror?