Cuts


The cuts on my wrist
Give my life a twist
You ask why?
I start to cry
You ask to be nosey
Not cause you care
It's not fair
Everyone else lives happily
I live crappily
One, two, three, four
The blood drips to the floor
Five, six, seven, eight
Now it's too late
You lower my coffin
I'm 6 feet deep
You never tried
You never cared
You still wonder why?
My life was a bust
You were only looking for lust
You drug me around
Then i found the blade
I started to fade
It was too late
Now I'm in my coffin
Covered in roses and daisies

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