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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #1334861
This about a friend of mine who cuts
There are so many voices inside my head
I know, I know, I know you're dead
Resting forever in a tub of your blood
You bleed and bleed and sob and sob
and the tears and red drops mix
But you're not alive to see the end

And I wake up screaming from the same old dream
And I scream at myself to get it right
And you scream at me because you can't remember
There's nothing I can do;  you're so far tonight

I know I can't take the memories away
I can't change the past and I can't heal the scars
I can't fix your heart and I don't know what to say
I've watched you laughing and dancing like you don't care
I never really thought of you as one to bleed

And throughout all of the pain and the lies
The screaming and breaking and building
Of walls that should never exist; with a heart-breaking sigh
We've suffered together, but so far apart

I watched you suffer in silence and found a way to forget
Silver barrels on tongues and razors in veins-
Kept telling myself that would be fine
We've been through together and you're still alive
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