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Description
Five little slits
Each has his own tale
Driven out of their wits
Crying one bloody trail
That drips down to my toes
Expressing the pain
Of which nobody knows
From which nobody gains
One cries of sorrow
One cries of shame
One cries for tomorrow
One cries of blame
The last cries for those
With which the others can't deal
This pain only grows
Mental scars never heal

Description
Five little slits
Each has his own tale
Driven out of their wits
Crying one bloody trail
That drips down to my toes
Expressing the pain
Of which nobody knows
From which nobody gains
One cries of sorrow
One cries of shame
One cries for tomorrow
One cries of blame
The last cries for those
With which the others can't deal
This pain only grows
Mental scars never heal