You haven't seen the cuts, you've yet to see the scars
She cannot say what's wrong, she's stuck behind the bars
The bars keep her locked, the bars tie her down
The cuts relieve the pain, the scars you haven't found
This kid is suicidal, this kid wants to die
She trys to keep it to herself, holding within a lie
This kid has been a cutter, for the past 9 months it seems
There is nothing left now, but razors and empty dreams
She dare not tell her family, her friends soon will know
She trys to kill herself, to finish this messed up show
The cuts have turned to scars, the light has turned to dark
She cuts to relieve the pain, but the pain won't leave her heart
Posted at 11:23 am by x_mishae
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If I told you I would die tomorrow, would you kill yourself today?
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Or would you wait and then in sorrow, watch your broken heart decay.
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If I told you I would die tomorrow, would you belive what I say?
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Or would you wait and in sorroe, just dream your life away.
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If I told you I would die tomorrow, would you love me anyway?
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Or would you even feel the pain and sorrow, that I feel everyday.
Posted at 09:03 am by x_mishae
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