Everyword you say to me

hits me like a razor blade

cool metel against warm skin

the stingy sensation of slicing though layers of flesh

the thoughts of just one more cut just one more, just one more

untill youve gone to deep

you have lost to much blood

your slipping into a dreamland

where you dont wake up

you dont want to wake up

because if you wake up

its nothing but cruel names

a repeat of what happend yesterday

but despite all of that i wake up in a hosipital room

a doctor waiting by my hospital bed

to say that its a new day

im going to a new home

with new friends

a new life to start over in



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