I sit here crying by myself
As the blood drips from my skin
I cry not for mortal pain
But from memories of him
Nevrves 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'm crying, not from dying
I'm 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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