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It's a sunny bright day,
and school's not far away,
people think she's happy,
but she doesnt want to stay,
she cuts her legs with razor blades,
so the screaming ghosts are free,
she knows it's not right,
but it's just to make sure she'll still bleed,
the pain goes down the drain,
with each red tear,
she likes to feel her nerves stir,
to make sure she's still here,
she doesnt want anyone to know,
and the scars do go away,
she's just addicted to the pain,
the pain that gets her through the next day,
she'll bash her loud slasher music,
so it's heard down the street,
she gets in battles with her mind,
but she always gets beat,
right now she's real confused,
it all started so long ago,
is she crazy,depressed,insane(?),
she just doesn't know....

[.::Title Unknown::.]
(Gracie)
i cut into my skin
the knife goes down so deep
i cut up my whole body
i cut myself to sleep
the blood runs down my skin
like the tears run down my face
out of this whole planet
i still dont have a place
its like no one sees me
like no one seems to care
i could rip apart my legs
or tear out all my hair
i could cut off my arms
i could rip myslef apart
oops, i just threw the knife in the air
and it landed in my heart