Maybe
Maybe my wrists are magnets.
Maybe they attract the blade.
Maybe it’s my thoughts that bring about the shade.
Am I addicted to the site of the crimson flowing streams?
Is my heart wrenching pain really as overwhelming as it seems?
Maybe this abusive situation is all just in my head.
Maybe I should sleep it off and live in my dreams instead.
Copyright © Auburn Hazelwood | Year Posted 2023
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