Lies
just one little cut
Just one is enough
Squeeze it and gasp as the blood bubbles up
You take the steel blade
Drag it on your skin
Pushing it deeper, again and again
You're hysteric, crying
You dont know why
It makes you feel better
Or is that another lie?
Lies are everywhere.
They wont stop.
Even when they find kids hung with a rope.
Or in a river, below a bridge
Or with bubbles and pills in their throat and spit
The lies wont stop
They wont see their harm
Not even when people take their lives; the lies wont ever learn. People wont learn. Its not always better.
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