Innocent.

Too much rang the false alarm,
They don't know anything about self harm,
The marks you hide from the light,
To remain a little bit of you're pride,
You don't let anyone see,
How far away you can be.

As the anger inside gets raised,
That monster finds its way uncaged,
To a shaving blade it haistes,
Making art mark on you're wrists,
Hitting blue bumps with you're fists,

All the sadness you hide,
Thoughts of suicide,
It dances round in you're head,
Bleeding or intoxicating death,
Ringing the alarm bell until the last breath.

I only wanted peace in my mind

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