Cutting
I try to stop cutting
it makes me feel in control
you don't know me at all
telling me to stop makes it worse
I keep slicing away
whats left of my soul
telling my self i can stop if i must
but mother will never know
about my scars
there everywhere reminding me
i am still here
still here alive
it makes me feel in control
you don't know me at all
telling me to stop makes it worse
I keep slicing away
whats left of my soul
telling my self i can stop if i must
but mother will never know
about my scars
there everywhere reminding me
i am still here
still here alive
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| Auteur: DianaaSickness | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 27 december 2010 | ||
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