The Broken Glass
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My eyes turn blurry as the blood flows on the carpet
Everything goes black as turn white
Light head dizzy its all the same
Every day the broken glass cuts and makes a picture on my arms and legs
I smile as I pass out
No ones there for me
So why should I be there for myself
I want to die I now I will die if this keeps happening every day
It gets deeper and more blood drips on the carpet
The broken glass is my friend the only one I have
Broken glass will end it all
By Kayla
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