Contradictions
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I saw the cuts on her arms,
As I wandered why,
As tears flee from my eyes,
Why to bleed?
Is that the only way to see.
Is the blood that flows from within you,
Sp precious and dear to you,
Does it help you see,
And breath.
Is there any way to ask why,
Without the answer being a lie,
For her not to get mad,
As worry contains my eyes.
Worry flows from within,
With tears within my eyes.
Red still on her arms,
Dought withing her eyes,
Dark within her heart,
And the glazy feeling that lies.
Why is blood so precious,
How can I help without fear,
I dont want death to come,
Because she is to dear.
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W ants to cut,
Wants to cry,
Wants to die by suicide.
No life,
No pain,
No sorrow anymore,
It would be quick,
And without scorn.
Just to bring that blade up,
And cut away,
In tell the numbness goes away.
So cut that vain,
And end it now,
To end this pain,
And that smile portrade.
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Sca rs on her wrists,
Tears in her eyes,
She says that shes fine,
But its just a disguise,
For the pain that attacks from within.
If you ask her whats wrong,
She’ll sit and stare,
If you ask her to stop,
Then there’s a glare.
It doesn’t matter,
What you try,
All she simply wants to do,
Is just die.
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