Sitting in my dark empty corner.
I noticed the black tears fall onto my white skirt.
The coldness in my heart
I want to scream.
I want to cut my wrist
I want to die
The cobwebs collect in the creases of the wall
The blade abandoned on the floor
All i have is this laptop yo write my anger out
I want to scream
I want to cut my wrist
I want to die
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