you can not hear the deep thoughts in my mind,
you can not feel the cold knife against my wan skin as i sit here and try this over and over again till i get it right
you can not see the warm red blood as it slowly drips from within as it slowly falls and stains the floor washable stains but yet permanit to me these stains stay and ground themselves so deep inside it's like an eternal memory
you can perfectly hear the lies of "im doing fine" "im ok" yeah all of those were lies hard to belive right?
you can only feel my cold heart my cold empty heart.
you can only see the scars starting to fade away all the pain slowly "going away" what makes you think that everything is ok and that ill be fine.
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