Help is all i ask,
Help is all i need,
Help is everything,
Help me please?
The dark red colour drips from my wasted body,
Washing away all my emotions,
I dont it because of guilt, anger, regret and pain,
Isn't it funny how after, i still feel exactly the same,
The regret kicks in aswell as the guilt,
The red hot anger in sync with my pain,
Everything is red, My feelings been said, My body dead,
My soul full of dread..
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