I open my eyes and breath a sigh,
Remembering hurt, regret, the final goodbye.
Light streams through the window - day is dawning,
I hate myself for waking up that morning.
I drag myself outside, forcing a smile,
So no-one will see the truth so vile.
Tear-stained eyes, gut wrenching pain,
Scarlet tears that drip from my veins.
This silver blade stays by my side,
Because all the hope inside has died.
Screaming, begging, calling out,
A final, frantic, desperate shout.
I died inside so long before,
Turn around and lock the door,
Nothing can kill what is already dead,
A damaged soul, an empty head.
As this day ends and darkness draws,
The devil plays with all my flaws.
I'm tempted when he calls my name,
A way out, an escape, an end to shame.
In darkness I wait, in silence alone,
I long for the devil to make himself known.
I beckon his form with the key of self-harm,
And open the door with the blood of my arm.
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