My wrists seem so infuriatingly empty
And the blade bare
I want my veins to bleed gloden
And my cuts a raw shade of bloody red
Because i know i deserve to hurt
I do, Don't i?
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And It Was All Me
PoetryLearning to unlearn my heartbreaks, and loving myself till i am all i see
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My wrists seem so infuriatingly empty
And the blade bare
I want my veins to bleed gloden
And my cuts a raw shade of bloody red
Because i know i deserve to hurt
I do, Don't i?