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As i sit here at the table,
Staring at my knife,
I realize i will always need it,
Need it for my life,

In order to take the pain away,
I need it in my wrist,
Cutting all my tears away,
To my hearts content,

As i sit here at the table staring at these scars,
SO many have been made,
Made from ters and pain,

As i look at them,
It reminds me of all the pain,
Pain the has happened so much,
That i had to let out,

My life is getting weary,
My hazy sight cannot see,
Everything in this life i lead.