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sorry, no title. It's about someone watching a friend suffer and trying to offer help

they want blood, the world demands it
they've hurt you so much you cant stand it
you dont know why they live on your pain
theyre dragging you down, so much like chains
the hurting inside is too much to bear
you think you dont matter cuz they dont care
bloody, bruised, no one to help
you'll show them, you'll cut yourself
42 cuts is a comforting thought
this isnt the way that you were taught
why do you push everyone away
you know you need someone to stay
not everyone wants to see hurt in your eyes
not everyone wants to hear you cry
stop telling me youre gonna die
stop thinking about suicide
this isnt the only life for you
let me help you start over new