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I want someone there to trust me...
To understand me...
Catching me everytime i fall... Arms open...
...To not ignore me...Or talk over me...someone who i can trust...Like theres such a thing...
People asking whats wrong...faking a smile and saying im alright...When im dying inside...
Feeling horrible, they make me feel better...
Slashing blades...Wrists raw...
On the edge of quitting life...Thinking, about the world...images of chaos...and fires burning...Caused...by...the..monster called....Me..
Carved insisitions on all parts of me...messages of regret...