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Mad
Copyright, Jeanie
I got pissed off and didn't know why.
All I know is I wanted to die.
In an attempt to release the anger inside.
I made a cut that I had to hide.
It worked so well but I didn't know,
It would become an addiction I couldn't control.
I tried so hard to stop this dangerous act.
But it seemed when I was mad I couldn't hold the knife back.
Now I have nightmares I'll cut to deep.
I won't stop bleeding and I'll die in my sleep.
I wish I could go back to that bad day I had.
So I could have thought about why I was mad.