What's going on in my head
To tell me to stain my wrists red
My friends say I need to chill
But I just want to kill
The body my mom has gifted to me
Just let me be
Red all I see is red
On the walls, bath, and my head
I looked down
to see the body I once worn
I never asked to be born
Red
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