One night i cried myself to sleep After I cut my wrist to deep It seemed so right when i held the knife I didn't know what i had done I just knew that it wasn't fun It wasn't a joke, a game, a lie I just wish that I would of died Why did they save me once again Why did they lay me in that bed It wasn't a scare Or scream for despair It was the way I felt I had no guilt Why couldn't they see I did it for me Not to be saved Not to be brave But to end this pointless dreamBirth sign: Not entered
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