drip
drip
drip
i hear the tap bleeding
tap
tap
tap
my fingers hit the broken glass
i feel my thoughts screaming
could i only be dreaming?
slash
slash
slash
the beautiful broken glass
of your words
cut my flesh like millions of paper cuts
i cry out
i cry out your name
i cry out for you to help me out
to get the bandages
but you didn't listen
you turned your back on me
i begged you to stop but i continued bleeding
my salty tears mix with the crimson
i feel my soul leave, trying to come out
to escape the pain
and the last words hit me like a blunt blade
"i never loved you"
i cry out my last as the blade binds with my heart.
-b
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queued thoughts
Poetrymy lips shame of unspoken words. self-written with a sprinkle of inspiration here and there.