Cuts Poem by Emilia Tejada

I want to die
because of all the lies
and i was foolish to think you were the one
Now I c
it cant be real
and true love does not excist
i sit on my bed
a knife on my hand
i already know wut 2 do
jst cut deep and see the blood come out
I no its not my fault
I no its not urs
there is no1 to blame
its jst the shame
that makes me feel this way
I place the knife on my chest
taking one last breath
I close my eyes full of tears
and with all my fear
I'm happy not again 2 b here.

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