So I slit my wrists,
Sit back, && watch the blood drip.
I cut to hide my emotional pain,
Oops I just hit a vein,
But I dont feel a thing.
I get high off this shit,
&& it makes me shake.
I get a rush to the brain,
&& call it a day.
&& fuck it now,
I hear the damn walls talking.
Telling me to keep cutting,
so I follow their voices.
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