It's Real
It's real as real gets honestly,
the feeling,
the growing pains that scream from inside
the veins,
pulsing,
seething from within,
can't find any help so I take the knife,
take some pills,
take a gun,
and act on my impulses,
yes pre taken,
sue me,
but the message is still the same,
pre taken,
sue me,
I hate myself too,
I mean just look at the pretty red scars that fall upon my skin,
blood drips but I smile,
I smile when I cut and feel peace,
peace within
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