Wrist Blood
cut my wrist,and let the blood,and the pain flow out.
a failing grade, a broken heart,a fight,
all this is gone with one little cut.
everyone says that it doesn't help,
it only causes pain.
and maybe that's true,
but it masks the pain i feel.
and maybe,one day,
it will all end forever,
and i can be happy again.
a failing grade, a broken heart,a fight,
all this is gone with one little cut.
everyone says that it doesn't help,
it only causes pain.
and maybe that's true,
but it masks the pain i feel.
and maybe,one day,
it will all end forever,
and i can be happy again.
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