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Sitting in the silence

Darkness all around

Thoughts racing fast

Thinking of the day

Every little detail

What did I do wrong

Way to many things

The list keeps going on

Faster and faster

Each one is a cut

Both with the blade

And in my mind

Mark after mark

The blood begins to pour

Useless, I’m useless

A waste of space

When the reflection’s done

My arm is red

I bandage it quickly

Till tomorrow night comes