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Bleeding

New scars on my skin,

The bleeding won't end.

Numb is the feeling,

Which my body desires deeply.

As I watch the blood drip,

I can't help but wonder if.

What if this was how it was meant to be?

I slice my arm again,

So that my blood is flowing free.

This sleepy feeling is overcoming me.

I think this is the end I meet.

I can't help but wonder if,

As I watch my blood drip,

That this is what everybody wanted to see.

I cut myself in the same spot again.

With my final minutes that pass by,

I think about the lives in my life.

How will they feel when they see this blood dried?

Surely they'll be depressed.

Or am I being delusional again?

In the last seconds of my life.

I watch my blood flow by,

I can't help but think.

That I might have truly loved my life..