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Looking into the mirror
Hoping that's not me
Scars all over his arms
Eyes filled with misery
Tears falling from my eyes
Crying out from all his pains
And when I close my eyes
The horrible image remains
All his life he's been taunted
And made a fool by others
Being beaten by his father
Yelled at from his mother
He cuts himself daily
Kinda his routine
Finding joy from his blood
Escaping from all those who are mean
But stopped as I say my reflection
Seeing all the blood flow
Screaming from the inside
Dying was my soul
He tried to stop the blood
But it was just too much to stop
Getting weaker and weaker
From each and every drop
When his parents found his body
They didn't care a bit
They dug a hole in the backyard
And threw his body inside of it
They told people I ran away
And said they were very sad
But deep inside
They were really glad
Now no one knew the true story
No one knew my life
No one knew my pain
No one new about the knife
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