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Your thoughts kill you don't they?
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I don't know if i'm getting better or I'm used to the pain.
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Everyone thinks I've gotten better.
I haven't.
I've just gotten better at hiding it.
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The scars start to fade and the urge to bring them back becomes stronger and stronger.
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You see that girl?
She looks so happy right?
Telling jokes, smiling, having a great time, and... Dying inside. She's hurt. And tired. Tired of all the drama, tired of not being good enough, tired of life. But she doesn't want to look dramatic, weak and attention seeking. So she keeps it all inside. Acts like everything's perfect but cries at night. So everybody thinks that she's the happiest person they know. That she has no problems and her life is perfect.
If only they knew the truth...
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An empty room, an empty girl sitting silently on the floor her sleeve rolled up exposing skin
She drags the blade and presses in
The pain it brings can not compare
To the joy she knows will soon be there
It's worth the scars that never heal
For just a moment, not to feel.
