One, two slit my wrist
Three, four don't tell a soul
Five, six cut my thighs
Seven, eight crying very late
Nine, ten this is the end
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Breathe
PoetryHelp, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is there's no one else to blame Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, unfold me I am small, and needy Warm me up and breathe me Ouch, I have lost my...
