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The First Noelle

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Cutting

I slash my wrist,
To ease my pain.
I hide my face,
To shield my pain.

You never listen,
I never tell.
My emotions,
I keep hidden.
My face,
Covered by a mask.
I’m strong,
On the inside.
But really,
I’m made of glass.

I can’t handle your criticism.
My shame and hate explode.
I live in a glass house where,
People are constantly throwing stones.
My blood flows all around me.

I go sliding to the floor.
My heart can’t take it.
My body's full of hate.
This time I think it’s too late.
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One Slash

I cut every night
So my emotions and flesh don’t fight

One slash for my failures
One slash for my regrets
One slash for my anger
One slash for my being a reject

You don’t understand, it’s my only way to cope
You don’t understand, I’ve no place else to go
You don’t understand that I don’t understand

I cut every night
So my emotions and flesh don’t fight

One slash for my fears
One slash for my confusion
One slash for past years
One slash for my delusion

You don’t understand, it’s my only way to cope
You don’t understand, I’ve no reason to hope
You don’t understand, that I don’t understand

I cut every night
So my emotions and flesh don’t fight

One slash for my sadness
One slash for my hate
One slash for my madness
One slash for my fate

You don’t understand, it’s my only way to cope
You don’t understand, that I don’t understand
 
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