Look at my eyes,
Can you see I'm dying inside?
Look at my eyes,
'Can you see I'm crying for help' he replied,
Look at my arms,
I'm dying for attention,
Look at my face,
Ive been crying from desperation,
I'll slit my wrist and cry to sleep,
Wait a few seconds and watch them bleed,
but oh don't worry,
They will only last a couple of weeks,
Until the next day when depression meets its peak,
When I learn the perfect technique,
To mentally damage with streak,
To learn how to love these mistakes that I have made,
I did not wish to be addicted to something that could hurt so much,
But as time go on,
This is what I'm left with,
A broken soul,
with a heart not whole,
Who's mind that has lost control,
And a boy whom lost his soul.
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The Human with all the answers
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