There's blood on your hands now,
And blood on your fists.
There's blood in the water,
And blood on your wrists.
The blood in your veins
Spells out my name,
But blood always drains
And you'll always be missed.
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— blood ; E.D
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoetryThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
