i hold a knife
clenching it in my sweaty palm
thinking over my life
and all tha shit thats going on
with other unhealed cuts running on my arm
i beging to cry my tears of red
tho it feels good its my helping harm
happiness runing thru my head
but you see i forgot how to cry so heres my tears
my tears of red
and think back on the years
and press a little harder so i 2 can be dead
as i cry my tears of red


just wrote this in bout 1 minute 3rd poem lemme know what u think
 
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