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Sharpened blade and pointed tip
If I stay my heart shall rip
Sudden tears begin to flow
I can hear you whisper "No."
Why can't I just end it all
I collapse against the wall
Bury my head in my knees
Won't somebody save me, please?
I never meant to hurt you
Now my heart is split in two
Oh, how I wish you were here
To love me and hold me dear
Sometimes I'm afraid you'll see
You're better off without me
If you decide we should part
I will keep you in my heart
Pick up the knife one last time
Scars start at my wrist and climb
Slice open my fragile skin
Seeing blood drip makes me grin
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