under the knife
We know emo kids love cutting them selves, they live under the knives.
they carve a picture in their heart. then close your eyes and cry.
you try but in the end you stand and say " why waste a life and hide it with lies "
you drag a knife across the floor and it drop. with your bloody arm you
kill and hide yourself under the knifes....
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