Slice, Slice, Slice
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What can I do to be free,
Of this depression holding me?
How can I be rid of these tears,
Without drinking a thousand beers?
If I get drunk, my head will spin,
I'll start chucking up in the bin.
My partner will laugh, and go off and cheat,
Leaving me behind feeling broken and beat.
No one is there for me, when the rain starts to pour,
No, not one person, not anymore.
I'll lay here crying on the bed,
Counting in millions, the tears I've shed
If I can't get drunk, should I take drugs,
Be free and happy with smiles and hugs?
But no, I'm completely broke and I can't afford,
The drugs rich kids take 'cause they're bored
If I take drugs, they'll provide brief release,
But it'll all really be a tease.
I'll resurface on an all time low,
And suffer each and every blow.
No one is there for me, when the rain starts to pour,
No, no one, not anymore.
I'll lay here crying on the bed,
Counting in millions, the tears I've shed
I'll have to start cutting, its cheap and its red
It'll take away the pain and not mess with my head,
When my knife goes slice, the blood shall fall,
But my smile will shine and I will stand tall
I'm no freak, it's easy to see,
I just never feel jolly or happy.
Cutting turns my frown upside down
Turns my day from black to brown.
One shade lighter mayn't seem like much,
But to someone like me, I'll take it with brunch.
I need it, I need it, I can't not have it,
Without it my life is nothing but shit
So I shall cut, shall slice, slice, slice,
Why, you may ask? Because it makes me feel nice.
-From the twisted mind of Hermione Jean Granger