The trembling grasp of human emotion.
Rips out of my mouth with screaming devotion.
Hearts will pound, scars will swell.
Gashes on my wrists have gone to hell.
My eyes are blurred, by crimson regret.
My flammable soul will shatter yet.
Light a match and watch it catch.
Pain be gone, Fucked and wrecked.
Wrists shut down, razors go broke.
Cutting with words “Love” and “ hope.”
Climbed in a tree, hung by a rope.
Tears mean nothing, not ever, nope.
Hope grasps nothing when hung by a rope.
Cutting again, I just can’t cope.
Blades and blood, buried lost hope.
Help me find, when I’m lost and blind.
The end of tears, The end of crying.
 
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