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I'm sick of the yelling
Why can't you see
I keep telling
You the pain
Is killing me.

I can't do anything right
Normally I would take out that knife
But I can't
I don't want to end up dead
There's to many things unsaid.

No one knows how I feel
All they do is yell
And think it's unreal
But I keep my fake smile
So no one knows the truth.

So I'm finally taking out the blade
Little red lines will be made
The scars will stay
They'll be deep
But I'll never take my life away.

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©Kayla McInnes