Metal on Skin,
Is the only way I seem to win.
Dragging it across my indigo veins,
As I bleed the full moon wanes.
Scarlet blood on the floor,
And you swing open my bedroom door.
"What have you done?"
But you never cared,
You ignored all the moments we could have shared.
Taking my beautiful blade away,
You take me to the hospital where I now lay.
Dreaming of the moment I almost died,
And trying to forget all the times you lied.
I reach into the drawer and pull out a knife,
And finaly end my pathetic life.
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