May I suggest closing your chest?
If you keep it open, it may be best to invest-in somthin to kill the infection...
Cause its spreadin.
Your love is sickening, found a home in depression.
You let your wrist bleed and scar over to make an impression...
Alright I get it, your days a mess inertangled with tension.
This place has got you stressin, so you slit your wrist to relieve some aggression...
don't tell me its self medication.
I've felt the hurt that swells inside when you hate your reflection.
You opened your skin, on a search for beauty within...
You came up empty when you realized it was there on your skin.
You never know what you have untill the veins run dry.
She finished the job, in the bathtub on her search for god.
Died cold, december 1st 1995
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