Written on a more depressive day...
Hear my scream,
See the twist.
Feel the blood,
Drip down my wrist.
Gave you my secret,
I let you in.
Now I leave you,
With my sadistic grin.
It's not your fault,
The knife was in the drawer.
It was yours,
But I couldn't ask for more.
"It's just for attention."
You told all the whores.
But the only eyes that stare,
Are the ones called "yours".
I cannot believe you,
I can almost taste your bile.
But still I'll have to thank you,
For all those borrowed smiles.
Now I've turned my veins,
Inside out.
And now all the blood's,
Coming out my mouth.
I know what you're thinking,
While I've been defeated.
But I'm not dying for you,
Don't be so conceited.
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