breaking point

your a prisoner in your home

no one there all alone

sad and tired

wanting to give up

as if you dont give a fuck

so please put your middle finger up

grab the blade and cut your thighs

it gives a natural high

you feel like you could fly

high, high up in the skies

where no rain can drop upon your gorgouse eyes

your beautiful brown skin

oh its paper thin

some say its a sin

its an addiction 

where we cause enfliction

its simple addition

blade plus skin

equals ruby red blood and temparary relief

some cut and bleed

some roll a joint 

everyone has their breaking point

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