They ask you if you've been hurting yourself you say no even though your blades on the top shelf.
They respond we've seen your cuts you scream no your crazy a nut
but late at night your blade speaks to you it calls you, persuades you, demands you to then finally you give in your pain goes from a max to a min.
They say this isn't normal behavior your not acting right while your thinking fuck you with a full might, they might as well just call you a freak
add that to your problems you've held in all week.
You screwed up and now someone knows what you try to hide under your clothes, they've found out your secret and wanna tell everyone you say no you can't then turn and start to run.
Then late that night your blade speaks again it's always there like an old good friend so you let it take away your pain it's the only thing that's keeps you sane.
Without it you feel lost if take it away my life is the cost so leave me alone loneliness is all I've known I'm never giving up this knife because this, this is my life.
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