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Cleaned my room spotless
Cuddled with my cat
My best friend and roommate
Till he fell asleep on my lap
I lie awake beside him
Squinting my eyes to hold back my crying
Visualizing ways I could try dying
"Forgot" my blade at home
Because that's the only way I can go
To class and last
without ending up in the bathroom stall
Wiping blood off the floor and wall
I pray this time I won't need stitches
But the urge to cut deeper itches
All I could do is stick out the storm
But I just don't see the point anymore
I just want release once and for all
Like a collection of colorful butterflies
Springing out from an unlocked jar
I just want to be free
Free from the chains and the weight I carry
Free from the thoughts and memories I bury
Free from the prison complex hosted in my mind
And free from the electric fence I finally leave behind
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
I agree, I think a lot of people will be able to relate to this. Keep writing and posting, okay? I've missed seeing you post here.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first