scratching
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It wasn't because I wanted to kill myself
No
I can't leave
I hurt my hands because I needed to feel pain
I felt like I deserved it
I needed something that proved I wasn't good enough
I wanna leave claw marks on everything;
A little sign
That this is mine.
I hope the sound of scratching makes your ears ring.
I see youWith the razorAnd youWith the lighterI notice your scratchesAnd I hear your silent criesWhile you grip that rope
