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One more slice, knife piercing the skin
and blood pouring from the chasm in
my arm.
Maybe this time I'll go too deep;
carry myself out of this hell I'm forced
to live.
But if I haven't, then one more cut;
will one more be enough?
Or will I keep going until that last time
where I finally break the vein keeping my
every breath going, my heart beating.
I wish I could tell you and show you my pain,
but I'm so afraid that you'll turn and
run, and never come back.
Sometimes I just want to watch all of
the blood
seep out of my body, just to make sure
I'm alive. Just to know my heart is still
beating.
I want to see every heartbeat, every pulse
to ensure that I'm not dead.
I can see every artery and vein, and I can
almost see the bone. I can feel the struggle,
the fight leave my body.
But I know it will soon be back,
stronger, immune to the cuts I have made.
and blood pouring from the chasm in
my arm.
Maybe this time I'll go too deep;
carry myself out of this hell I'm forced
to live.
But if I haven't, then one more cut;
will one more be enough?
Or will I keep going until that last time
where I finally break the vein keeping my
every breath going, my heart beating.
I wish I could tell you and show you my pain,
but I'm so afraid that you'll turn and
run, and never come back.
Sometimes I just want to watch all of
the blood
seep out of my body, just to make sure
I'm alive. Just to know my heart is still
beating.
I want to see every heartbeat, every pulse
to ensure that I'm not dead.
I can see every artery and vein, and I can
almost see the bone. I can feel the struggle,
the fight leave my body.
But I know it will soon be back,
stronger, immune to the cuts I have made.
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