I sit alone, Just me and the blade.
It's cold and dark outside.
My cheeks are black from my tears and makeup.
The blood running down my wrist I try to hide.

I shiver as the blood runs cold.
The tears start to dry.
I reach again for my blade.
But my heart screams out "Why?!"

I love the pain along my wrist.
The blood running down my arm.
As I realize i should stop for the night.
I cry as I can't believe I fell for his charm.

He made me think he loved me truly.
I thought it was for real.
I thought this one would be different.
Wanting more than just sex appeal.

I feel so used.
So out of place.
It feels like my life,
Was shoved back into my face.

As the blood runs dry.
Against my tear stained wrist.
I slowly fade away.
No one could have helped this...
 
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