He covers his arm,
To hide the scar,
He remembers someone saying,
"No one cares who you are",
He bought a ticket,
And came to the dance,
He gave socializing,
One more chance,
He sat in the back,
From everyone he fled,
He cut up his arm,
And cried as he bled,
People kept away,
As he bled on the floor,
Tears ran down his face,
As he cut some more,
"What is he doing?",
"How long has he cried?",
They asked as they watched,
This Innocent Suicide...
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