i slide the wristbands over the cuts
to hide my past memories
squinting so the tears dont show
to trap out all the lies
the razors hold a secret
that is told to me
be pressing the cold blade to my wrist, pushing down and sliding
the sharp blades write on me like permanent marker
i gave it all i got
i never succseed
so why keep trying?
 
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