I have a nice sharp blade in my hand,
squeezing the blade onto my skin,
thinking about you, while the blood drips,
drips down my body,
carving your initials where no one can see,
they are very deep indeed.
Would you be my bandages,
that stop me from my bleeding,
would you be feeding,
while I'll be pleading?
When I see you,
my pain melts away,
be my bandages,
cuz without you,
I'm gone,
your now a part of me,
once you leave,
I leave too,
and will never come back.
 
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