Cut

by Wallflower friend   Oct 2, 2017


slim metal shard
slices pale skin
blood trickles down
a scar-studded wrist
emptiness dances
a weight in my heart
I'll try to explain
but where do i start?
the ache in my chest
and the thoughts in my head
keep me from rest
say I should be dead

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