Slitting my thighs
Hearing my families crys
Why, why, why
All I can do is cry
Over and over again
Usually over women
Control of the blade
Look at what I've made
A sad clown
He has a frown
Tears fall out
He can't shout
Fuck this shit
I'm done with it
Cutting that is
Help me God
I want to follow your rod
My path has been destructive
I want to live
Just leave the knife alone
It no longer has a home
Help me kick this addiction
All it is is fiction
Love you all
Help each other if one falls
No more crawls
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