Cover it up

crimson red running down

it won't stop

so beautiful so shiny

it covers the white carpet

oh well...

you lay there dying



you've done it again

you broke your promises, but that doesn't matter anymore

no one cares

scars cover your arms, legs, everywhere

scars you can't cover up anymore

you  need someone to help you but they haven't helped one cares

why? why did i cut myself again? you think over and over again......... 

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