Oblivion

As the tears roll down my face
The blood spills down my skin
The sting of the cut numbs
The pain of this reality

You tell me I should stop
You say that it’s bad
But it’s become an addiction
One I can’t quit

Tomorrow morning
I’ll be smiling again
You’ll know nothing of
The blood stains on my bed

You won’t know
That I fall apart every night
You won’t know
How often I contemplate suicide

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