You've done it again
And again and again
And I have now had enough
So here I stand
Blade in hand
Having had enough
My pulse is slit
My blood is pouring
I watch my life go as I sit
Laughing at the thought of you mourning
You broke me
You killed me
You took the blade to my flesh
With all you did and said to me
I laugh at the thought of you mourning
You despised me
Though in your eyes I was never good enough
You've taken all my dreams
Raped all my hopes
Ravaged what faith I had
Bled my soul dry
So here
Take my flesh
Maybe now you'll be happy
You took the blade to my flesh
The end
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