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Clacky

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Copyright, Clacky

You try to feel, you try to be
you fail again, so u must bleed
scratch and scratch w/o a mark
the blade goes up, ready to depart
then hell releases the cutting starts
the sigh is complete and with it does come, all the emotion till there is none.
now you can rest, sleep has come
till morning does break and you’ve seen what you’ve done

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This ones for them and what they couldn’t see.
this ones for him and what he did to me.
This ones for heaven, a far off place
This ones for hell whose voice I can’t displace.
The last ones for me, the biggest and most bold.
I finally did it, was finally in control

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Is it o.k to want to be loved? Is it o.k to ask for a hug?
Is it o.k to feel really sad? Is it o.k to cut when your mad?
Is it o.k to want something more?
Is o.k to be really torn?
Is it o.k to break down and cry? Is it o.k to be really shy?
If it’s not o.k, i wonder why…

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there were times i restrained, time receded
was safe one more time, not having to bleed
but when i have no choice, and the scars fade away
i need the distraction, i need an o.k
i pull out my friend, who never fails
my beautiful razor who tells the details

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drip drip, falls really slow
u stop and stare, hopefully no show

cover cover, tape it up
no one sees, ur rage erupt

tape tape, mouth needs a seal
no sounds said, u cut to feel

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Copyright, Clacky

You want to forget, to not have to feel
but needing to remember, to know thats its real

constantly swayed, which process will win
both are destructive, both..my sin

The consequence of first, builds up inside
till utterly spent, numbness resides

the second turns out, a razor does show
scratching the skin, till the tears run slow

This is my life, it won’t end
so please turn away, it’s better to pretend

 

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