A Few More Steps
You're almost there.
Just a few more steps.
You can beat this game,
a lot like chess.
Many people face extremely difficult problems on a daily basis, which can be emotionally exhausting. Cutting to feel physical pain may quickly become preferable to feeling deep emotional anguish every day. If you have succumbed to cutting, you might find it quickly turns into a dangerous addiction. It takes courage to identify the source of your emotional pain and get help, but it is worth it. Recovery can take months or even years, but this is a battle you can win. Confiding in a trusted friend or your parents, even if it means writing down your feelings in a letter is one positive step towards recovery.
You're almost there.
Just a few more steps.
You can beat this game,
a lot like chess.
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I sit here, letting my mind wander.
I let it wander too far.
As she whispers my name, I scream, "No."
She continues to whisper to me.
There is a girl who sits in the corner.
Her heart is crying out.
There are people all around her,
But no one seems to hear her shout.
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I blocked out happy and I blocked out sad.
People told me to open my eyes and see what I could've had.
As it spun and as it twirled,
Round and round went my misunderstood world.
Here on my arm lies a mark that I made.
When I was so low, I cut with a blade
To punish my body for being a mess,
Though here is my testament, I must confess...
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There is a girl
She used to live a lie
She used to cry
You wonder why
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I see you sitting there, so shiny and sharp
I wonder what it's like to be able to stop
All this pain spills onto me like a river of decay
It's not you, it is I who has a price to pay
"Stop cutting yourself!" they scream.
"It's the first stage of suicide," they say,
But they just don't understand, do they?
They don't understand what it's like.
I'm not emo and I don't wanna die.
I cut myself to feel the pain I hide inside.
All you see behind my smile is a mouth that lies,
I'm not happy and I'm dying inside.
You can make her smile for a bit
She loves the attention from you she gets
If she's a misfit
fit her in
Don't let the razor
be her only friend.
She doesn't understand her beauty inside,
so she cries
all them tears that fall from her eyes
and the pain she tries to hide
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