Deep Cut
Behind blue eyes,
hides all the lies.
Blood and tears,
no one hears.
As I get out the blade,
my debts will be paid.
I touch it to my wrist,
I know they'll be pissed.
As it starts to bleed,
I realize what I need.
I need to be free,
that's how it should be.
Within my soul hides the pain,
getting weaker as I drain.
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