Crimson Blood

by Kirsten   Dec 27, 2005


Crimson blood
Dripped from the cuts of my wrists
This is where you left me
Without light
Without direction
The princess you made me out to be
Became battered
No longer was I beautiful
No longer did you care
I was just an attachment
Somewhat of an ornament to a tree
This is where you left me

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