Theres so much hurt
So much pain
So much broken glass
That cuts my wrist

I wasnt so broken
I wasnt so cut
I wasnt so depressed
I wasnt so sad

You broke me like i was nothing
But when you need something
I was your everything

I never left you as my second choice but i was yours
I never let you down but you let me fall
You never felt heart broken
You never even tired to stop
You just kept hurting me and kept breaking me

Now im so broken that when i try to move my wrist Start to bleed the pain away by 2 or 10 cuts

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