Inside my head
Millions of threads
Collide in a mess

Inside my heart
In various parts
Stuck, are broken pieces of your art
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Such possessivness you have
To no one you abide nor you serve
On my left wrist and palm
Are scars by your harm
On my right wrist and palm
You wrote with calm
Your name with a knife point
So much pain at my wrist joint
That you held so tight
My teary eyes closing in bright
You enjoying with delight
The blood on my wrist slowly flows
While carving slicing like claws
You seem fine not knowing I am dying
Left me for a while to rest
Your tattoo came out the best
In few hours you came back
To see the blood on my wrist and neck
You cried out calling my name
You didn't realise, what a shame!
You cut my wrist like I was a pest
In a dark corner, you left my body to rest...


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