The scissors on your pillow are your friend
They kiss your wrists to no end
The blood pools as you wince
You smile too widely ever since
You hunt for clarity as you slice
Pain jostles your brain and rolls the dice
The confusion, the sadness, they all disappate
Overwhelmed into nothing by the heat of your hate
The blood on your wrists pools, striking red against white
Who knew something so wrong could feel this utterly right
You promised yourself it wouldn't come to this
But your earlier promises have now gone amiss
You laugh and you giggle, convincing the world
Your boistrous and bubbly facade is unfurled
Inside, however, you're cold as frost
All love you had for yourself is now lost
You're angry, it's coming, the lava spews out
You grit your teeth and try not to shout
Instead, you grab your scissors and cut
Sewing your mouth and your emotions shut.
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Fili, I am so sorry.
Forgive me. I am broken. I can't hold it in anymore. please dont tell
Love.
--Kili
