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Your words and my thoughts have turned me into this.
Painting overflowing emotions that I couldn't keep in,
I'd watch metallic red fall from each wound,
Longing to find my way to my tomb.
Such a sorry sight, tears in my eyes,
Asked the questions I longed for, but responded with lies,
I ran back home and hurt myself again,
Trying to convince myself that I needed the pain.
Lines of red became rows of scars,
I hid razors and matches and broken glass shards,
Inflicting more pain to my scarred soul,
Was destroying me honestly your true goal?
Your words and my thoughts have turned me into this,
Hidden legs along with covered wrists,
I hide my pain every day,
And I hope that it will go away.