Slice
Stings each line down,
Little blood from the wounds.
It dose not hurt.
I'm fine I'm fine.
Just dieing inside.
Fake smiles to match,
This fake life I live.
Take me home.
No not their,
To the only home,
I feel at home.
Did you know,
It dose not hurt anymore.
Slice slice
Line line.
Im not perfect,
Neither are these lines.
Slice
Four lines.
Slice slice
Six.
Ouch.
That last one hurts.
Blood.
Lots of blood.
I Cut it too deep.
Oh well,
I'll live.
But just in case,
Slice