To cut my wrists again
I would give nothing for
it's a sin.
A sin I used to enjoy,
A sin for which made me
feel like a toy.
Neither family, friends, or
foe cared if I died.
They were so self absorbed
they only cared for their
own hide.
Vanity took them over, leaving
me in the cold.
Leaving me there to rot
and grow old.
The tears of strangers stain
my eyes.
Only the tears of strangers
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