I look out,
See you walk away
As you leave my life
Forever.
I cut,
Draw the knife across my skin
The blood drips
Slowly.
I think back,
To all the times we shared
And the memories that are now
Painful.
I cry,
And the teardrops fall
Staining the windowsill forever a reminder of the
Hurt.
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