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you tell me I'm fine but do u know how much I want to die

U spoiled him and forgot about me

Now he's gone and all you do is judge me

Sometimes I think u wish I had gone with him

I sold my soul to the devil now he claims me and produces my sadness

I cry but I hide it and you believe it

U act like everything is my fault

Like everything I do is wrong

I'm starting to believe that what I did I shouldn't have because it was wrong

U called me fat and then denied it u tell me to eat healthier but I cant

I cry a lot thinking everything I do is wrong

I only put my self down never pulling my self up

I stopped trying

Only crying keeps me alive

I draw on my arms to keep from cutting my already scared skin

And yet you told me to stop because you don't like it

Would you prefer I did it with a blade and let the blood pour out

I'm done with your stupid games

Sometimes I wish you would just love me for who I am and not try to change me

Cutting is what I do to feel alive

Yet you still judge

U believe the fake smiles

Fake laughs

And you ignore the real tears

I open my skin with the blade

Crying out

Asking if this is what you wanted

Blood pools around me

One drip

Two drip

Three drip four

Now the blood is rushing out

I'm relieved that it's finally over

Good bye

One drip

Two drip

Three drip four

I'm dead now and it's all your fault.

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