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I pick up the blade,
And set it on my wrist,
The world starts to fade,
When I know I can't resist.
That's just the start,
And it doesn't stop there,
It breaks my heart,
As I find out you care.
But the things get worse,
I start hitting my head,
Until it hurts,
And I fall on my bed.
My head hits the wall,
Once more,
Then I fall,
To the floor.
Air chokes my breath,
As I struggle to move,
It smells like death,
And I start to sooth.
I'm sorry I did this,
It's my weakness,
You are what I'm going to miss,
When I go into darkness.
- by Violent Beckia |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/26/2013 |
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- Title: Getting Worse
- Artist: Violent Beckia
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- Date: 06/26/2013
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