A Pain That Cuts Her Soul
She was broken,
Into tiny sharp pieces.
I tried to fix her,
But she bled me like leeches.
She broke my heart,
Without touching me.
When she cut herself,
With that tiny sharp piece.
It hurts so bad,
To see her crying.
Broken inside,
Her will is dying.
Thier sharp pieces,
They cut her deep.
Her painful scars,
Forever seen.
But to feel alive,
She needs to bleed.
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