I lay on the floor sobbing
My hands clasped in prayer
Begging that someone would walk in and find
Pathetic me lying there.
I needed some salvation
Or at least a bandage for my wrist
But why should I be so lucky
As to have a friend to do all this?
My tears burned my scars and
My arms were a shade of rose
For the blood I'd shed to stain them
Was as red as the
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