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Would u care if I lived or died?
Choices, choices in the back of my mind Choices, choices cut or cry…
What do you think, circles in my mind?
Would it be better if I were blind?
Then no troubles would be mine to find
The sharpest object I could find
My spirit soars as the razor flies,
Why does the world balance on a lie?
Nobody knows The place where I hide
Deep down far inside my mind.
Choices, choices in the back of my mind, choices choices cut or cry....
To hurt myself outside, is only to try kill away the pain from within.
Choices, choices in the back of my mind, choices choices cut or cry....
Nobody wants To see the pain that clearly show like patchwork
The pain inside cannot be seen,
therefore to others it is un-real
Red-hot tears flowing down my arms.
The pain un-real inside,
suddenly becomes real on the outside for all to see.
How will you know I am hurting, If you cannot see my pain?
To wear it on my body Tells what words cannot explain.
Choices, choices in the back of my mind, choices choices cut or cry....
The darkness that’s surrounding, is finding it’s way in.
Choices, choices in the back of my mind, choices choices cut or cry....
It doesn't matter i have all the people in the world to talk to,
I still have to find the strength to say in words, what I would normally say on my skin
People have strong feelings against self-Harm,
but they also take all their emotions out on other’s
Cut past the skin and reveal what’s inside,
then stitch back up, a scar that shows a secret I hide.
Cry till you cant cry no more, till you eyes are sore.
Hide the scars of hatred and pretend to smile again.
Choices, choices in the back of my mind, choices choices cut or cry....
I know I need no help, Sooner or later the cuts will fade
Choices, choices in the back of my mind, choices choices cut or cry....
People are quick enough to get upset, hurt or angy at you when you cut.
Asking you to make silly promises that you know you’ll never keep.
But do they really know how it feels? Have they been there to see?
There quick enought to understand why I hurt so much inside,
Yet you thrown at me for cutting to relieve some of my pain for only a few seconds of freedom.
I cut to feel, when I feel numb, I cut to be free from the Pain and fear inside.
YET you frown and get angry with me, for allowing myself to have a few seconds of freedom?
Choices, choices in the back of my mind, choices choices cut or cry....
Roll down your sleeves and get on with life!
Choices, choices in the back of my mind, choices choices cut or cry....
The inside can now be seen
I have to face my fears. feel the pain
I have to blame myself, to use the blade
I know I need no help, Sooner or later the cuts will fade
I have to deal with things in my way
I have no choice, Look at them and hear what I say
These cuts are my voice,I have to make you see.
A life I hope you'll never have to Know.
Choices, choices in the back of my mind, choices choices cut or cry...
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Fairy
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