reupload bc why not

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lyr:

i wna hurt myself, my hands r shaking
i cant take this, pls, u cant make me
i wna shove paracetamol down my throat
dull the ache, my head is pounding, pls shut up
my hands r too small, my skin is like paper
cut with raised lines to come and stare at later
maybe im a fuck up, maybe im disgusting
idfc u can hate me when im rotting

ik that i need mental help
but that wont make me like myself
i drown in smoke to ease the pain
it rots my lungs, makes me decay

bleeding out w my head in the gutter
throat slit with the knife from my pocket
blood pours, do one more, do another
what will the police tell my mother?
bleeding out from my wrists in the gutter
red soaks the knife from my pocket
blood pours, do one more, do another
what will the police tell my mother?

i wna hurt myself, my hands r shaking
i cant take this, pls, u cant make me
i wna shove paracetamol down my throat
dull the ache, my head is pounding, pls shut up
my hands r too small, my skin is like paper
cut with raised lines to come and stare at later
maybe im a fuck up, maybe im disgusting
idfc u can hate me when im rotting

narcciss

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