crying for help
my wrist cries for helpas my razor laughs at me
and i watch the blood run down my arm .....
slowly a smile appears on my face
i have released my pain
my fears
and my anger
my arms now cry for help
but i cant stop now
im too many cuts in i cant turn back
iom too ammused by the bright red blood
staining my innocent arm
my arms cry for help
im slowing down now
and im starting to feel bad and guilty
so the razor falls from my blood stained hands
and now ......
IM CRYING FOR HELP
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