-CUT-
seven shots and one almost killed,
it was straight to the heart,
got me weak and it got me ill,
i fell down i guess i wasn't smart,
didnt feel pain so i had to make a cut,
just to see what it felt like,
and i felt something,
like pain and it was addicting,
and i liked the feeling,
it was reviving,
made me feel like a human,
and made me feel like crying,
and i had to do it once every now and then,
just to feel and cry a little bit.
and now i just see the scars,
and i fall on my knees and cry,
what was i thinking of??
and where the hell was my mind??
was the pain so much to take that i had to cut myself to feel it??
the scars fade but if i close my eyes i still see them,
so i don't want to go to sleep at night,
because i wake up in the middle and start to cry.
and everyday i look up at the sky,
and say i'm tired help me god,
and i try to hold it but a tear comes out of my eye,
and it runs down my cheek and i don't wipe it off i let it dry.
-J.A.G.
it was straight to the heart,
got me weak and it got me ill,
i fell down i guess i wasn't smart,
didnt feel pain so i had to make a cut,
just to see what it felt like,
and i felt something,
like pain and it was addicting,
and i liked the feeling,
it was reviving,
made me feel like a human,
and made me feel like crying,
and i had to do it once every now and then,
just to feel and cry a little bit.
and now i just see the scars,
and i fall on my knees and cry,
what was i thinking of??
and where the hell was my mind??
was the pain so much to take that i had to cut myself to feel it??
the scars fade but if i close my eyes i still see them,
so i don't want to go to sleep at night,
because i wake up in the middle and start to cry.
and everyday i look up at the sky,
and say i'm tired help me god,
and i try to hold it but a tear comes out of my eye,
and it runs down my cheek and i don't wipe it off i let it dry.
-J.A.G.
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