Cuts on her legs
Cuts on her wrists
Cuts on her belly
Not to mention the chest
Cuts are getting bigger
The skin is getting purple
Cuts are getting thicker
And they become a struggle
For me,
It's an addiction
But an affliction
Is what you see
Don't tell me to stop cutting
Or even stop crying
I'm cutting to feel alive
'Cause inside I'm dying
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