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Jul 2018
Another to the heart
And I can't seem to stop
No matter how hard I try
It keeps coming back
Pulling me under
Tearing me down

With the sharp end
And shaky hands
My wrists no longer flesh
Just the color of red painted over scars

I've wasted another day
Crying alone
Sitting here in shame
So tired of it all
So completely done with trying to fight
I'll just keep loosing this never-ending endless war

With the sharp end
And shaky hands
My wrists no longer flesh
Just the color of red painted over scars

And if I could fix myself
Somehow I know I would
For all is said and done
Nothing could feel worse
Than what it is I feel so bad
But a pain for pain is all I ever get

With the sharp end
And shaky hands
My wrists no longer flesh
Just the color of red painted over scars

Just the color of red
In this dark I cannot escape
Just the color of red
Dripping from this cold bitter hell
Just the color of red
Love filled, blood thick
Oh God, help me before I run dry
I worte this for a story I was writing at the time. This was about 8 years ago or so. It’s about someone dealing with the loss of a loved one and not being able to take the pain. Spoiler alert: the story ended on a happy note. Though the loss the characters dealt with was still extremely sad.
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