Screaming pounding kicking scratching writhing in pain begging for air clawing at my skin trying to break free ofthe echos in my head the echos of insanity that pull me deeper into the depths of my mind cold as ice my veins begin to burn under my flesh begging to be cut to let the blood flow into the air mix with the sky flow like diamonds infront of my eye I go numb I can fly I can escape the pain of life the pain of living embrace the pain of the blade on my wrist I scream in pleasure and go even deeper cut a little more more more yessssssss screaming pounding kicking scratching writhing in pain the pain I embracethe pain that I bring with my razor the screams I scream the echos that play in ur head the echos of insanity I kno u can hear me i kno u cAn see the scars u clean the blood stains from the floor u scrub them away like they never existed like I never was there like I never waked up the steps like I never stood on the edge like I was never ur problem if none of this is real will it hurt when I do this take a step of the edge into the night flying through the air the pain goes away I am numb and I fly only when I hit the ground do I realize why I wasn't even alive before I was already dead dead to u when u started to ignore so I stand here and take the jump for my final soar when I'm finaly gone will u ignore?
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