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Cuts
Copyright, Stephanie
Cuts on my arm and bruises in my head.
And I always seem to cry everynight in my bed
About problems I have and things i'm going through.
And you're upset because you don't know what to do.
What can you do? What is there to say?
No matter what you do, my problems will never go away.
They'll be there always, a haunting memory
Till the day I die, then i'll be free
Of all the guilt and pain that i was going through
And there's nothing now that you can do
So I cut on my wrists in hopes I would die
Because I no longer want to live with the pain and the lies
All of my pain is gone with the cuts i have made
And now all I feel is the pain from this blade
It feels so much better than the emotional pain
I'm just another one of those kids, whom everyone else assumes is insane.