my cuts remind me of my life,


tender, painful, bloody, terrible,


the things I have been through,


Trama, scars, suicide.


Never hungry,


not anymore,


too tired to do anything,


just wanna sleep, 


don't have the energy to laugh, 


hardly able to write these.


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