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Blood on the bladeBlood stains the blade in which I use to slice skin, blood pours out of the wounds, as i lick the blood away, the taste of blood on my tounge, each cut represents every insult ive gotten in life. My fucked up family is making my life worse and worse, as i rip myself apart, I run away, hide, as i cut deeper and deeper, soon to break a vessel, as the darkness would envelope me, as i think of all the weak, spiders around me, scurring around me. School is for the weak and stupid who have nohting better to do but learn, and care for the happiness which doesnt exsist, many people i want gone, over reacting over nothing, they need to be put out of their misery, if i ever come across them, i would make it swift, immature bastards live near my small asylum, kmy prison people call a family, bars rap around me, i want a way out. The only thing that brings me happiness is mky friends, they at least bring some joy in my god foresaken life. The happy faggots of the world, their eyes are not opened t