And another cut wouldn't hurt.
maybe she'd realize the truth.
or maybe she'll realize the lie.
another cut would put me in line.
maybe i'd tell her the truth if it stings enough.
maybe if the cut is deep,
maybe i'll understand what's going on in my head.
maybe if i bleed to death just for one night
i'd finally understand waht the truth is
who am i?
the biggest fake you've ever met.
and that's not bluffing,
you can't tell me i'm just being mean.
this is ******** real.
for every tear i cry
i lie.
it's simple,
you don't need to worry about me.
but when it comes to this depressiion,
i'm lying every secound,
and i don't knwo who i am anymore
and i dont' know what i feel.
i'll just keep smiling,
so every one ******** thinks i'm sane.
and life will go on,
as it did before.
maybe this little cut would help.
maybe i'll rememer who i use to be,
maybe i'll be someone at least.
just one little cut...
just one.
artificial happyness--x Community Member 
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