What are you talking about? Why does everybody think I need help? Everybody goes crazy There is no way to live on this earth Without going completly mad It's not like I meant to kill myself I couldn't imagine being dead in the ground yet A girl has to have something to dream about So I didn't cut as deeply as I wanted There is always tonight I do not need help I am happy sitting in my bleed feeling no pain And the blood running down my arm
Reason for writing:
I am becoming obsessed.
Birth sign: Libra
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