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Shed A Thousands Worth In Blood.
Just kinda ready to
Shed some blood
This stress is too much
To handle
I'm 'bout to be ready to
Just give up
So here goes nothing
The blood starts shedding,
I write in ink so now it really
Wont ever go away
This memory will never fade
Of everything I'm putting up with
Here comes the blood
The stinging follows
The only pain I can actually enjoy
My scabs last longer
Than most other people's do
Because my healing takes longer
I hate getting treated like
Anything less than, what I am
Maybe they will learn
When they see my scars
I wont hide them anymore,
No I wont be ashamed
They will show my past
For me,
Even tell my story for me.
Do the job themselves,
I'm kinda ready to play with blood
The sharp edge piercing my skin
I love that stinging burning sensation.
It brings me actually
Great comfort.
Because now I know that
My books will
Fill with death.
Dreams of death,
So many places to scar,
Left and right,
Up and down,
Side, to side
The embracement is just,
Never-ending
If I want my scars to show,
They will
If I want them to hide,
They shall,
Nobody will know the reason why,
I'm shedding blood
Nothing I ever say matters
It's always whats unsaid
And unwanted
The new year hides everything
From secrets to scars
I'm hiding alone in my room
With no cares in the world
Because with every tear
I shed
I'll shed a thousands worth
In blood
Shed some blood
This stress is too much
To handle
I'm 'bout to be ready to
Just give up
So here goes nothing
The blood starts shedding,
I write in ink so now it really
Wont ever go away
This memory will never fade
Of everything I'm putting up with
Here comes the blood
The stinging follows
The only pain I can actually enjoy
My scabs last longer
Than most other people's do
Because my healing takes longer
I hate getting treated like
Anything less than, what I am
Maybe they will learn
When they see my scars
I wont hide them anymore,
No I wont be ashamed
They will show my past
For me,
Even tell my story for me.
Do the job themselves,
I'm kinda ready to play with blood
The sharp edge piercing my skin
I love that stinging burning sensation.
It brings me actually
Great comfort.
Because now I know that
My books will
Fill with death.
Dreams of death,
So many places to scar,
Left and right,
Up and down,
Side, to side
The embracement is just,
Never-ending
If I want my scars to show,
They will
If I want them to hide,
They shall,
Nobody will know the reason why,
I'm shedding blood
Nothing I ever say matters
It's always whats unsaid
And unwanted
The new year hides everything
From secrets to scars
I'm hiding alone in my room
With no cares in the world
Because with every tear
I shed
I'll shed a thousands worth
In blood
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