Blood from My Wounds
I cut myself todayI watched the blood stream down my arm
It was so good knowing I could still feel
I have made myself hard and cold so I could
face what I have to do for you
All of its for you, I degrade myself, I punish myself
What I do I do for you, you will hate me for it
no matter my motive
You will say goodbye and all thats left is for me to die
So cut a little deeper next time, really let that blood flow,
watch it stream down my arm as you start to go
If you find these thoughts I've scribbled on this pad
it will be the end
I want to tell you so bad, I want to clean my closet
But you won't understand, you won't care that what i do
i do for you
So I sit alone with all these thoughts in my head, all I have for comfort is a razor and this pen
I let my thoughts flow like the blood from my wounds
I hope you don't find this pad, because my love for you is true,
and I never want for us to be through.
Veco Rouse
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