Slit my wrists
Because I can't muster up the courage

Cut me
I am afraid

I can't stand to see
The sight of my own blood
It makes me nauseous
It makes me want to vomit
When the blade crosses

Cut me because I don't want to
Cut me because I have to sell
Cut me because I need an image
Cut me because I hate myself

I hate my fucking self

I want the fame
I want the tattoo
But not the pain that comes with it too

Cut me
I am afraid
Cut me deep
Do it for me

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