The blood
It drips
Flowing
Running
mark after mark
cover my arm
blood
tears
pain
I feel numb
To this world
Sadness
depression
suicide
The Numbness
Is taking over
Fading
Falling
Darkness
I'm slowly fading
There's nothing you can do
To save me
looking
crying
screaming
What have I done! ?
All the blood
Pale
Ghost
Gone
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