These wrists

by Katie Bennett   Feb 14, 2006


Tonight these scars will bleed your name
Each drop stands for every cry in vain
My emotions bleed right out of my skin
Painful pleasure from an awful sin
My heart barely beats, its so torn and tattered
You shattered my existence like it never even mattered
So this cuts for you and each time you lied
Each painful memory creates another slice
This pains a game, and damnit, you win
I cant ease the hurt on the outside or in
So tonight these wrists shall bleed your name
For all your lies and my love in vain

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