Cutting at Midnight
My veins are lookin' real beautiful tonight
I think as I cut through my skin
I could end it all tonight
it could be over by midnight
I think as I cut through my skin
The thoughts are getting louder as the nights pass by
I'm getting more tempted, to just forever sleep
I could stay here forever
End it all here
Why am I still holding on?
It is four twenty-five, on a wednesday night
I restarted my counter again
The longest it's been in a while
Self-harm free for four days, turns into 94 seconds
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