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My blood is dripping to the floor
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I hope this takes the pain away
Cos it's getting harder to keep it all inside
And they're getting louder all the voices in my mind
The louder they get, the less that I speak
Now I'm wondering if maybe there's something wrong with me
Because I let people's words seep beneath my skin
Now I'm writing on my wrists and my blood is the ink
It's embedded in my veins, poison in my blood
And these thoughts aren't even the worst I've ever had
But the poison is coursing through me making its way to my heart
And I have to get it out somehow before I self-combust
So my pain takes shape as marks on my wrists
And I have tried to stop but it still persists
So I let it take over because that's how I cope
And maybe there's a better way but this is the only way I know
If you ever got the chance to peek inside my mind
I know that it would break your heart to see the things I hide
And after you would sit to wonder how I made it this far
Well the secret to my survival is hidden beneath my battle scars
