It's happening again
Clearing everything and leaving me dead.
They started it for the second time.
Wait... how many times would it be
Exactly for me to be tired.
My tears are falling from my eyes I know
But all I can say is no, don't do so.
She's back, the one who's responsible for this.
It's her, letting me slice my wrist.
She said she's going to play.
But I know killing is her game.
She lets me cut, slice and strangle myself.
She's coming and she's going to kill me on her way.
Welcome back to her who is me.
She is back and burning
The fire is in heat.
She told me one time that I will stop hurting,
It will happen at the time and day I am dying.
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PoetryPoems about fear, sadness, darkness, betrayals, secrets, love and heart breaks.