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It is extremely difficult to break you open. Prying, peeling, pulling, plastic parts. Where to do it. You eagerly tear at my stockings.
The razor no longer slides through my wrist,  But I'm bleeding through the falling tears. I have it all. I have the friends. I have the love. I have the family.
Honey please, put the razor down Please, don't tie that rope to the ceiling We need you here I need you here And somewhere, your future love is waiting for you
There was a smell of suicide in the air tonight.
I wait in the bathroom clean and sharp Waiting till 2:45 soon the door swings open The shuffling of shaking hands salty tears  Dripping on the ground. Little does she know
And tonight will be the night remembered as the time I let me get the best of me, I let my memory replay every little word you should have said. I let my passed creep back into me, the shadow of depression consumed me.
hush...be silent for the next minute or two... relax...it wont take long i promise all of the sadness will dissappeare soon  just be brave and get it done. rip off the bandaid
Have you ever wanted to sit with a razor blade,  And write a bloody symphony on your arm?  Have you ever felt your trembling heart be swayed,  And knew it was a sign of the looming swarm?   
Sitting up at night, brick by brick I let my barrier down. In the light of the moon I sit in silence and cry. I've let the world get to me once again.
stared at her  The girl I loved  And she stared back As tears glistened In her deep brown  Glossy eyes She took my hand With hers She took my hand 
Like how only the sky can feel the lightning, thunder and rain only i know the feeling of empty loneliness the true distance between me and happiness only i can fake the smile and hide the tears
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