I've cut once on my hand

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I've cut once on my hand,
over and over again,
but i can't understand,
I'm not mad just disappointed,
all i can see are drops of red,
streaming down my thumb to the floor,
leaving evidence of my heart's sore,
leaving me with a moment of bliss,
like being blessed with god's kiss,
being so high no one can touch me,
so dizzy I want to let out a scream,
all these emotions makes it feel great,
then i see it's just another mistake,
i'm so pathetic i need pain to grieve,
i need agony to know I'm still living,
I have to be just another emo teen,
I can't believe how I've become so nieve.





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