staring
in empty eyes
that are filled
with
useless cries
tears
that can fill
the sea
nothing
that could
surprised me
sorrow
forever surpressing
cuts on my wrist
that are, oh so, depressing
so little to live for
so much to die for
crawling in my gore
my heart is sore
holding my fears
my life disappears
remain
my pain, I can't sustain
fly away
I die away
for my life
that lies at the tip of this knife
shalt not remain
my face, I wish to replace
every peice, I cannot release
my wounds
tend to ooze
help the stained child
blood that is so exile
broken hearts
lose their parts
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