Why Didn'T I Stop
The blood is gushing out
I don't know what I have done
you say it isn't right
but I wish it wasn't wrong
the blade keeps touching my wrist
I don't know what I have become
I wish I could just stop
but it's too late
the light has already come
Copyright © Daisy Tyrrell | Year Posted 2017
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