The blood drips
from the wrist of my heart.
Wobling to stand,
I'm so confused, where to start?
You slashed my mind,
wounded my heart,
and bruised my soul.
Anything of value,
such as my trust,
my pride,
you stole.
You kicked me
while I was down,
then left me to die.
Left lying in a puddle
of my soul's blood,
with no energy to cry.

I tried to heal myself,
but failed everytime.
I wanted to end the hurt,
but I couldn't say goodbye.
Long nights of confusion
and hurt, feeling so lost.
I want to keep your love,
but I cannot afford the cost.
Stuck in this arena,
I haven't the heart to leave.
Everytime I want your comfort,
I'll have to hurt a little, bleed.

Insanity taking over,
you aren't who I thought.
The pain is eating away at me,
my heart's begining to rot.
Laying on my bed,
starring at these four
walls again.
I am slowly dying on the inside,
and when I do,
this abuse will all finally end.

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