Too many cuts

The thought of her with two bottles in her hand
One rum, one drugs, cuts me

The thought of her dropping dead to the ground
Eyes too far back in her head to see around , cuts me

The fact she pushed me away so far I can't help her
So far, I feel a boundary which tells me to get away from her, cuts me

The fact she no longer replies, or talks to me
We don't communicate at all anymore, cuts me

By looks of it, I got so many cuts, I'll die soon
There's one upside to that
I can look over her
And she won't have to worry about pushing me away
Because I'll be so far away

Love anasha

I love you. Take care of yourself. Don't feel bad for what happen. These scars will all heal... in time. Just look after yourself beautiful.