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Not mine, Found online
Save me, help me.. Keep me from my mind..
I don't know what I will do, keep me out of time..
Anybody.. Come for me.. If what they say is true..
I don't have that much time left.. I won't know what to do..
I feel the anchor in my heart sinking even more..
All alone.. by myself.. the sadness rains and pours..
I see my pen and paper on the table across the room..
Soon the pain will stop.. It will all be over soon..
I'm going to draw a picture.. A picture with a twist..
I'll draw it with a razor blade.. I'll draw it on my wrist..
And as I draw this picture.. A fountain will appear..
And with this flowing fountain.. My problems disappear..
This picture will be deep.. It cannot be erased..
And with its special ink.. The flowing will be chased..
Drip drip drop.. Ink will smear..
Can't be saved.. Let me disappear..
Leave me, lose me.. Keep me from your world..
I don't deserve to walk around this place that I've unfurled..
I can barely move but some words I still can write..
I got to say "I'm sorry" on the page with all my might..
Now I am regretful of the picture that I drew..
As pretty as it is, It was wrong of me to do..
All of what is happening is cause of what was done..
Foolish, that I am.. Father lost a son..
All because I drew a picture.. A picture with a twist..
My pencil was a razor blade.. My paper was my wrist..
It was a pretty fountain.. To me it was so dear..
But now I know my problems just began.. Not disappear..
The fountain has dried up.. No more ink to shed..
Now the room is colorful.. Painted all in red..
As it fades to darkness.. I cry so hard inside..
I didn't have to be an artist.. Didn't have to die..
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