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I have no knife this time,
my razor blades are dull.

Safty siccors no more,
now only used for pain.

Pushing down into my skin,
I drag the siccors down my wrists.

I swallow so many pills,
Only soon to throw them up.

I open the window and i jump,
Im still alive laying on the sidewalk.

the cold enveloping my being,
I take it in just like the pain.

The words you said,
They stab like knifes.

But you dont care you never did,
No one ever cared no one ever will

You can say you never said those words,
But i still have them in my head....... cry