Why Can't They Let Me Do It..., by ♥ Leah ☺ Subscribe to rss feed for ♥ Leah ☺

I do my best to make the cuts
Where nobody can see
But I haven’t mastered that yet,
Because I’m just stupid me.

If only they would leave me,
To make these marks alone,
This isn’t where I belong,
I cannot call it my home.

I wish that they could let me be,
And let these salty things seep,
And let me do what I want to do.
And cut the cut too deep.

Posted: 2009-07-18 18:17:09 UTC

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