Slash
I cut myself holding on too tightly to broken dreams
Bleeding away my hopes dying a slow death
I don't bother to bandage my wounds
So used to this self mutilation that it no longer hurts
Numbness overcomes me with each cataclysmic episode of love
I can feel no more
I just watch the blood trickle to the floor
The world plays audience to my self destruction
Careless whispers of advice only make it worse
Shades of gray are splattered with shades of red
Everyone will watch in silence until I'm dead
A lifeless body roaming the earth I will be
Refusing to toss of those shattered dreams
The double edge sword of holding on or letting go
Slices deeper into my wrists as my dreams slice my throat
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