Since you left I've almost bleed to death.
My wrists got stained red.
My heart is shattered.
I'm more then broke.
I've been through 2 guys and still I fake smile.
You caused me pain, so did they don't you see what I've come to be?
I cut my wrists, I stay in bed, I cry all night, I fake my smiles.
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Late Night Thoughts
PoetryA series of thoughts, that I cannot mute. Some would have these at night, while I have them all day.
