My blood warm and thick
How it reminds me of rubies
As they dropp from my arm
My home was bright now dark
Windows solid as stone
Now broken and upside down
My children gone never going home
My mind being torture
For what I have done
The greatest punishment for me
Crying out for everyone I love
Wanting to be in my lovers arms
Searching endlessly for my family
Wondering will my lover find me
Will he fight the demons
Who hold me in this torturous prison
For the sin I have committed
Can he look deep down in his heart
And for give me for what I have done
And tell me he still loves me
Even though I committed
Suicide
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