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Trapped in my own prison of ice and snow.
I watched the world go bye.
Every once in awhile someone stops to ask if i'm ok.
But as always I lie and say i'm fine, noone cares enough to question what i say.
Instead they just shrug their shoulders and say okay.
They leave me alone with my own devices,my own special cure.
The feeling of pain is my addiction and the razor is my cure.
The feeling of pain cures my suffering and reminds me that no matter how hard I try I'll always be a worthless filure in everyone's eyes.
Each time i cut I feel so alone; the pain saves me from the darkness.
One day i will cut to deep in hopes of never waking up.
For the world condemns me for who I am.
They call me insane they treat me like a disease, but I only know the truth that no of them understand.
Life is worthless and everyday we must suffer through our own personal hell.
so give me death filled with pain and hatred,make it so I never remember the wreck of my life and only remember the relief of death from the ever constint pain.