Help
Help me, i'm calling your name
Is it possible for you to look at me without disgust and shame?
i'm reaching out for you, please take my hand
I am begging you, its not a selfish demand
The scars are layered upon my arms
the demons surrounding poison me with their charm
Help me, I'm calling your name
Dont look me in the eye and say that i'm to blame
Help me, I'm calling your name
You pull me in like a moth drawn to a flame
You're so toxic for me
I have got to break free
The thoughts are getting louder it seems
The blade against the skin shines and gleams
help me, I'm calling your name
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