Falling
You cut me in two where I shall bleed
I take it out when I feel the need
As the blood bled from my pale skin, I could still feel the pain that he caused
In that one moment, I thought I was dead
Crying, screaming and kicking
I’ve never felt this pain
As I sat here watching the gore running down my blanched coating, I thought to myself I want to carry on
My appendage felt as though it was a thin slice of bread waiting to fall apart
How could you do this to me?
How can you still do this to me?
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