It begins with the anger,
It turns into sadness,
It comes out in tears,
Then swells up in redness.
The two marks,
So simple so sly,
There red and there sitting,
Right there on your thigh.
You pick at them at night,
You stare at them all day,
Though its just to two lines,
There's so much that they say.
Pain and fear and sadness,
Anger and hate and simple sorrow,
Wishing to be one thing your not,
Hoping things will be better tomorrow.
But they never are,
Are they?,
It just seems to get worse,
With each passing day.
And so it starts,
This path to the worst,
Lets see if I can end my life,
Or if you can save me first.
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