[Memories Recycle]

I don't want to grow up.

Thoughts recycle, memory concern.

Melted pop-sicles, peel sunburns.

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Razor pressed against my arms.

Things have changed, I've resulted to self harm.

The blood that falls from my scarred wrists,

Is caused by all the pain that exists.

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My mind is misunderstood.

No one understands my pain.

Any 'kindness' is only shown in vain.

Anthing you say is only lies that I hear.

They spread, like wildfire, to all other ears.

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I see all this hate.

But your comments can't wait.

I wish I was my old self.

I don't want to bee who I see in the mirror.

My new self, only brings fear.