My Blood

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Break my bones and break my heart.
F*ck the glue, I already feel apart.
Cry my eyes out, tears fall in a flood.
Slit my wrists more, it’s my blood.
The more that’s out, the less that’s in.
I won’t be like you if I commit a sin.
So hand me a knife, hand me a blade.
I’ll pour out my blood then slowly, I’ll fade.
Watch me as my world turns to black.
All those hurtful memories I don’t want back.
So come on, come one and come all.
Dripping my blood, to the ground I fall.
Tears now streaming harder down my face.
In position, ready to leave this place.
So with all of my might I dig into my wrist.
And I laugh hard, I couldn’t resist.
You were never there for me.
And that’s just how my life was supposed to be.
You were the reason that I bled.
I hope I made you proud, but now I’m dead.

This poem was written/submitted by lisha len.

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