Im sorry

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Here we go again
There is blade in my left hand
Blood at my thight
I keep counting how many i can do more
I keep counting until when i can numb this pain

Here we go again
I broke all promises
Not getting hurt again
Not getting into selfharm again
Not getting into depression shit again

But still
Im a human
Who has a heart
Heart has being broke
By somebody i used to felt in love

Another line at my thight should be fine
Because i know
You will never care
"Grow up" thats what i get
When i needed you the most
You just said that

Slowly closed my eyes
And whispering
"Im sorry"
To myself
To the old me.

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