I sit here crying by myself
As the blood drips from my skin
I cry not for mortal apin
But from memories of him
Nerves and feelings numb
But emotions forever sting
I wish I could feel the knife's blade
Instead of the sorrow you bring
Drip, drip and drip some more
Crimson liquor intertwined with salty tears
I crying not from dying
I hiding from my fears
The wrist is only 2 inches wide
Amazing it can bleed so much
I'm dying from the pain you cause
But also from the cool blade's touch
 
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