The Choice
The blade is cold against my wrist
This is exactly what I miss
I miss the pain leaving with the blood
But not the tears that seem to flood
I want this pain to be gone so bad
Just please don't get mad
I'm trying my hardest, I really am
These things I just can't stand
I wanna get through this, I really do
But I want the pain to be gone too
I am stuck between the two
What am I suppose to do
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scarsofsecretsposted on 05/11/2008
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