Thinking of you
Is reminiscent of
A rusting silver blade
Digging it’s tip
In the core of my soul
And that one ******* song
we sang to each other
plays it’s sweet melody
constantly
in the back of my thoughts
an endless loop
I told you once
I feel all your pain
and each little sting
of the tack on your wrist
sends a shiver
up my worn spine
I wish you had listened.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
Thinking of you
Is reminiscent of
A rusting silver blade
Digging it’s tip
In the core of my soul
And that one ******* song
we sang to each other
plays it’s sweet melody
constantly
in the back of my thoughts
an endless loop
I told you once
I feel all your pain
and each little sting
of the tack on your wrist
sends a shiver
up my worn spine
I wish you had listened.
tw self harm
I wrote this on a bad night
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