Here I sit alone in the light
The darkness creeps in and I lose sight
I call out to you but no one's there
I'm losing touch, this isn't fair
My hair stands on end at the thought of what might
It never ends, in my mind, I fight
I feel alone and confused
I'd hate to find you amused
What is this I see before me?
A razorblade is what I see
I pick it up to slice away the pain
I don't, feelings are mutual, full of disdain
Am I the one to be ignored?
This is what happens when I get bored.
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