• I'm okay I whisper softly,
    As I wipe the blood off the knife,
    Carefully storing it in my pocket,
    Can't let anyone see why it's there,
    What I do to myself.
    I'm okay I whisper softly,
    As I blot my face with a cold cloth,
    Carefully taking away all traces of tears,
    Can't let anyone know the pain,
    Why I was crying.
    I'm okay I whisper softly,
    As I blast my music louder,
    Carefully hiding my screams,
    Can't let anyone know that I'm hurt,
    That something is wrong.
    I'm okay I whisper softly,
    As I pull out a loaded gun,
    Carefully pressing it against my skull,
    Can't let anyone try to save me,
    Who knows what they would say

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