I see your knees
Tremble
Right before
you hit the floor

I see your eyes
Twitch
Right before
The salty water spills

I see your arm
Shake
As you take
The knife in hand

I see you scream
As you start to slice
Watching the bitter smiles
Of all the reasons
You have
To be best friends
With a knife
huddle around

But how was I
Suppose to know
That this bloody figure
On the floor
Was the
Reflection
Of my soul

 
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