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there is nothing left

no self worth

no purpose to be found

picking up shards

from a broken mirror

and slicing open my arms

my heart has grown cold and bitter

my corpse will rot alone

in the cold, damp room

the same room

where my innocence died...

life leaves my eyes

my body has grown cold

I yearn to feel

but even then I will never be free

so I take this

knife to my throat

and salt to my wounds

that way I can leave this place

and leave everyone's excuses

all behind

my body is weak

my mind is lost

only the slits on my wrists

symbolise the person I was

skin turned palid

in the end

I never really needed you