I tried to take this pain away.
But only ended up with a addiction,
because of the things I play.
A sharp little blade,
a well-known sting.
A chanse for me to pay,
my own song to sing.
A bottle with the poisen fumes,
a breath.
Lying on the floor while flying,
and this could be my death.
Two fingers in my throat,
to make me perfect.
Choking me,
with a different object.
And the worst self-destructive thing.
A person I cared for.
That could make me break so easily.
While they would just ignore.
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