Bleeding

by David   Aug 22, 2006


I am here,
Ive poured out my soul
Now I feel as blind as a mole

Still, you walk away
You, my only tourniquet

Blood gushes from my wrists,
My soul seeps out, forsaking my body

Will you care?
How will you feel?

When I die

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