The cutter... The blade...
These are the tools I used.
Every time I hit this bubble.
Every time I fell into the trap.
Every time I lost the battle.
The red liquid running through my left arm.
I look at my arm and I see my flesh.
With no pain and I am just staring at it.
I realised my tears ran down too.
But not because of this pain...
I look over at my thighs, my legs...
It was all covered with the red liquid,
The same liquid that came from the flesh.
I realised my tears ran down too.
But not because of this pain...
My heart hurts so much.
All I need is for you to see it.
All I need is for you to acknowledge it.
All I need is for you to care about it.
But....you rather left me there hanging.
And that made me feel unwanted,
That I should banish from this world...
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 8:28 AM UTC
The cutter... The blade...
These are the tools I used.
Every time I hit this bubble.
Every time I fell into the trap.
Every time I lost the battle.
The red liquid running through my left arm.
I look at my arm and I see my flesh.
With no pain and I am just staring at it.
I realised my tears ran down too.
But not because of this pain...
I look over at my thighs, my legs...
It was all covered with the red liquid,
The same liquid that came from the flesh.
I realised my tears ran down too.
But not because of this pain...
My heart hurts so much.
All I need is for you to see it.
All I need is for you to acknowledge it.
All I need is for you to care about it.
But....you rather left me there hanging.
And that made me feel unwanted,
That I should banish from this world...
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