The blood on the wall
Is what I see
I cut my wrist again and again
The pain is what I feel
Are you blind?
Can't you see the real me
Even though I am hiding
Behind these tears
I am waiting for you
Help me please
They are taking me over
To late I am gone
Is what I see
I cut my wrist again and again
The pain is what I feel
Are you blind?
Can't you see the real me
Even though I am hiding
Behind these tears
I am waiting for you
Help me please
They are taking me over
To late I am gone
Category Poetry / All
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