Skye Blah - A Cutter's Feelings

I am slowly dying.
As I sit here and bleed.
No one really knows the true me.
I can't even cry while I die.
I brought this upon myself.
I found relieve in a knife.
It took me out of this hell town.
To a place I had no pain.
But once the bleeding is done....
I am right back in this were I started.
This hell full of pain and hate.
So I still sit alone.
Out in the cold.
There is no light shining.
No one trying to save me.
I am on my own.
Left to die.
I can never cry.
Blood all over the place.
I am half alive.
My time here is almost gone.
As i sit here and die.

Skye Blah

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