::: Drips from the Cut :::

::: Drips from the Cut :::

I hold the knife
and try to remember where to make the cut
one quick slice
I scream
as the blood drips from the cut
I remember past mistakes
and lost friendships
wonder where you went
I watch
the red pool grow
as the blood drips from the cut
have I always been like this?
when did I lose my sanity?
why can’t I see what’s going on?
what’s wrong with me?
thoughts race through my mind
as the blood drips from the cut
now I wonder
why
I’ve done another stupid thing
I gasp for breath
I feel weaker
this time the mistake is fatal
as the blood drips from the cut
my blood falls to the floor
because I’ve been foolish
once again

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