You are holding a blade.
Why aren't you sad?
You've slit your wrists ten times today,
Yet you've found no one around to be mad.
No need to hide these brand new scars
Because no one seems to care.
Their looks are all a doubt from a far,
But still they do not stare.
You've kept yourself a harmless heart,
You've kept a smile far and near,
You've seen the whole world torn apart,
And you're crying over something mere.
This blade, unclean, is sacrifice
You've kept it oh-so dear.
You've lost the bet, now play it twice,
And now the days become so clear.
You lay alone no doubt has shown,
That you will ever disappear.
He's holding you right in his arms,
And he's taken away every fear.
He's far away, you see it now,
Every thought is here.
You grasp his hand and pray tonight,
That soon he will be near.
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