Eyes, cold and red,
Tears, like more blood shed,
Scars, puffy and sore,
Broken heart, my inner core.

Pain and sorrow,
Seems like there’s no tomorrow,
I’m standing on the edge,
So afraid to fall off this ledge.

Blood from a fresh cut drips,
As I let my knife slip,
On the floor it shall lay,
Never again, will I have to pay.

I feel my sad mistakes,
Cause each time my world quakes,
All my suffering and pain,
It shall never be slain.

No energy, no life,
My fate falls in the hands of one knife,
No one for comfort, or love,
I fear I’ve lost my golden dove.

So alone and hopeless,
No one can ever know this,
My sorrow, my pain.
My world has been slain.

 
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