That bloodstains on my bed are not okay
It suffocates the sensible and wise in me
From taking all the razorblades away
I cannot see that I have got a problem
I only feel my neverending pain
They tell me but denial is my answer
I make an empty promise once again
Coz when I feel the pain that I've inflicted
My slumber ends and I can be awake
I needn't try to hide and be so perfect
With razor-friends you don't have to be fake
Theres nothing wrong with letting me be natural
If it means I slit my wrists and cry a tear
Don't tell me how to live a perfect life 'cause
Me and denial, hand in hand, we have no fear
--Katie Delaney
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