i wish they really cared enough to look at  my arms
youd think because they live with me they’re bound to see the scars
you would think that after 7 long damn years
that maybe i would get lucky and they would open their ears
but no they never do
and most likily never will
until its too late
and im standing at the sill.
they waited this long
for me to finally say
” i hate you
cant stand
wish that i was dead”
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but even after all of that
even when my heart stoped
they didnt learn a thing that night
and now with all my might
i fight to stay alive
my biggest danger is myself
my best friend my razor blade
youd think that all the drug i take
would numb all of my pain
but no im not so lucky
in fact i will die
if not by my own hand
then because i was simply just to high