She cuts
And she cuts
And she cuts
And she cuts
And she cuts
And she knows
It's gonna be hell
Going home.
It's gonna be hell
Wearing sleeves.
It's gonna be hell
Trying to sleep.
Yet she cuts
And she cuts
And she cuts
And she cuts
And she cuts
Until her arms are covered
And she's moving on
Onto her stomach
And she knows
This isn't helping
She's still hurting
She needs something
Stronger
She needs something
Better
She needs fire.
Yeah, there you go, darling.
Fire will help.
I'm sure it will.
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Darling Blue Eyes
Short StoryIf Phyl had never come, maybe she wouldn't be hurting. Then again, it was the words that hurt her. The words that made Phyl come in the first place...