bleed
I cut, I bleed
As that blade cuts my skin
I feel good, I am free
But yet I hurt inside
My heart is broken
My soul is shattered
Blood, rolls down my hand
I start to feel numb
I want to die
I want to be free
I a, cold, I am tired
There is blood surrounding me
Slowly draining my life
I am alone, so alone
No one cares, they never did
With my last bit of strength
I write “I loved him till the end’
I cant see no more
Darkness now holds me
I am free of hurt
Free of living
Free to never bleed again
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