Blood stains on my jeans
I didn't think it was bleeding that bad
I didn't think I had cut that deep
I was doing so well
A whole four days
But I just had to start carrying that damn blade
With me to school
No one noticed
I guess that's the only saving grace
Why the hell can't I stop?
Am I a reject?
Who knows?
I wonder if the stains will come out
I wonder who really noticed
Will I tell my best friend?
Will I tell Aries?
I don't know
What the fuck
In the end
There's still scars on my legs
No matter what I do
So fuck it all
Why not let the scars become many?
Fuck

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