If i just keep quiet.
And pretend to smile.
It will go away.
For a very short while.
If i cut my skin.
To see the blood flow.
People wouldnt cry,
Because they wouldnt know.
Its hard to tell.
Ill never show you.
All i do,
I might ignore you.
Ill crawl upstairs.
Leaving everything behind.
And ill slit my wrists.
And say good-night.

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