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2011-03-03 09:09:03 ET I feel the blade against my arm I feel the pressure, I mean no harm Red tears fall from my skin All over my arm where the blade has been I still feel it there But I no longer care In here it's my own space I have no need to hide my face I pull down my sleeve, I'm not proud There's someone outside they're getting loud It's time to get up and open the door I'm still tired and my arm is sore But I no longer feel the anxity It all goes away as the blood flows from me Almost at the door Blood is dripping on the floor getting very dizzy now I want to ask for help but don't know how This time I must have gone too deep I don't want to fall asleep Starting to fade away everything I see is turning gray When they find the keys and open the door Here is where they'll find me... dead on the floor |
