If I pick up the blade
It's not my fault
Its an instinct that happens
When I fall apart
The sight of the blood makes me smile
And I can finally be happy for awhile
That's the closest thing to happiness i got
All that other shidd is fake
You'll never know what happened to the girl
That used to have a smile on her face
It slowly fades away
Never seems to return
So I pick up the blade
And it takes its turn
It's been awhile since I actually been happy
I want to try again
To see if it still happens
Thinking because I still have my 3 friends
I only depends on if the pain
Will ever end
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One Shot At Happines
RandomThis is a story on how I mage my self happy and what ton that away from me as a child.
