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Blood
Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
The blood spills from my wrists,
Slowly devouring my sorrow is the pain,
The pleasure,
Of a blade flowing through my skin,
Over,
Over,
And over,
It feels as though my deepest desire is upon me as my eyes roll back,
The desire I've wished for,
For years upon years, upon years,
The desire I don't just want,
But I need,
My eyes roll further,
My limbs grow weak as the blade slips between my cold fingers,
I feel less and less alive as the seconds pass,
You rush over,
Tears falling on my weak body,
Yet,
I don't even put up a fight, I just slowly shut my eyes,
And it ends.
My life,
Gone.
Just like my happiness,
Which disappeared,
As it felt like it happened eons ago.
My soul disappears.
With you crying over the red soaked floor,
I feel sorry,
Sorry you had to deal with me.
And my mind fades,
Then the world goes black.
Never to be seen by me again.

Morning light
If as though it rushed upon me,
The light flashes across my body,
Waking me up from my deep slumber that tortured me so,
I wonder what has happened,
I was just in a great mansion,
But the cold rickety floor touches my feet,
The walls used to be painted as it was gold,
But I feel the gritty chipped wallpaper under my fingers,
I keep wondering,
"What has happened?" while looking out my window to see three tombstones,
And I realize,
It was just a dream.

S t a r v e d
I'm starved of love,
Hope,
Attention,
Care,
If only I got help.
If only someone existed to help..
But all that can help is my glass..
That buries itself deep in my skin to sleep..
And drink a red substance.. red like wine..
My glass is my only  f r i e n d.....

My glass is my only  f r i e n d

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