Slowly
The blood that runs slowly down my skin,makes everything in the world feel alright again.
Don't miss me when I'm gone, be happy I was there. You never really loved me, you never
even cared. My head says no, but my heart begs and pleads. Sitting here, crying, while my
wrist slowly bleeds.
Copyright © Amanda Smith | Year Posted 2010
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