I sit here again
thinking of things you said
the knife slits smoothly
the droplets blood red.
But the hurt doesn't stop
the pain is still there
the words you have spoken
still hang in the air.
Why did you do it?
Make me wish I was dead?
my anger matching
the droplets blood red.
The pain it subsides
the droplets they cease,
As I lay down and die
I find inner peace.
And then I awaken,
was it just a dream?
but the scars on my wrists
are there to be seen
I sit and I wonder,
are you worth all this?
The droplets blood red
forever scars on my wrists.
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