The cuts run deep
For blood to seep
From my arms
I never wanted to bring my self harm
So look at what you made me do
Each cut is an insult from you
So go ahead and say another
I have room for a few more
Each one a remembrance of just how sore
The world can make you feel
Because everyone expects you to kneel
Because there's no room to heal
Only pain get through
But this isn't something new
So let my blood run freely
That would be most ideally
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