I should probably leave...
But I won't leave quickly, I'll do it slowly.
Because dragging the knife into your skin slowly will let you bleed much slower. It will make you lose hope slower, while the clock's ticking along.
The scar that's there? It won't even go. Because the skin you healed is still under my bleeding wound.
It's always been me. It's never been you. And believe me when I say this hurt wasn't meant.
It was never meant.
But the only way my heart will mend is when I learn to love again...
Although it won't make sense right now... Because you're my friend.
And then you let me down slowly...
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Six million tears are streaming down my cheeks
My wounds getting deeper
Just, Don't force me to stay
Can you please...
Let
Me
Go
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Black Ink, White mind (#1)
Poetry"Unable to decide from where to start, I hold my pen and write to heal the scars forming and shaping the flaws and imperfections that make me who I am." Warning: This work will put you down to your own thoughts and memories ⚠ ----------- Prev. #282...
