How people waste their name
The pain they experience
Doesn't shape them
It makes them diminish
Using something to drown it out
Not even trying to figure it out
Instead I chose a blade
Cut so many times just to bleed
I didn't want to numb myself
Loading my veins into a comatose
I chose deal with it
Every pain I experienced it
Only to have a sharp wing of a butterfly
To cut me open and let me cry
We all deal with things so different
It's life we either love it hate it or leave it
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