Tears, oh darling
Never forget
The way it feels
To cry yourself to sleep
…How nice it would be to sleep
Even for a hurtful reason
To sleep and forget
If only for a moment
If only for the strength
To cut your own wrist
If only for the pain
To slow just a little
As your blood pours out
In a bright crimson flood
If only for your head to stop screaming
Just long enough to use the blade
That you clutch so tight in you hand
So tight it bites your palm
If only for the strength
To cut your own wrist
Just to stop your tears, oh darling…

 
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