My hands cutting again, nothing stoping me from makeing a mockary of the
skin God gave me. Mealted around the blade and consumed with blood. My hand
trembles at the stroke of it. Forming a rigged gap of blood and flesh.
Running down my arm so scared of its home. The veins and the flesh. The cuts
and the chaos. Foming at the wrist with a twisted passion for an ungivin
gift.
Broken hart's pieces are killing me. It's jagged edges cutting me.
Broken promises stabbing me, a bloodied arm is all thats left to see. Look
how much it means to me. You did this, can't you see? How much blood
comes from me. Bleeding from the lack of Love I know you feel for me...
 
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