so today it looks as if another judged another fucked
people always look at the bad side of good the down side of
up
no happieness ever just fake
smile,
 act like that razors not hidden in the cuboard ,
act like youre happy or ok
in real life im just as fucked as the day you left
when you went i went i lost the game of life watching you die
you cant take it back niether can I
just like every scar of pain and loneliness on my body
it will never go away
the pain in the cut is the release of youre memorie being
so painfuly portrayed on this part of my brain that wont let
 it up
or try to remeber any part
 of you that isnt dead or covered in blood
so my ways of release arent right
 and i find my ways to erase the real pain in life

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