(Just one persons view)
There are people out there
Who see no other choice
They take a blade to their skin
Instead of using their voice
It's better they seek attention
Than bleeding in the dark
At least their blood isn't pouring
Whilst they're pouring out their heart
If out of ten, eight are fakers
I'll still listen to them all
If two of them are on the brink
One might stop them before they fall
Its not the alcohol poisoning
Or overdosing on pills
Nor the slicing open of arteries
It's depression that kills
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