I sit here laying in my blood
Pouring down from
The the cuts, I gave myself
My head resting on my shoulder
Feeling so heavy from the damage,
I gave myself,
Why are my limbs so weak
Elbow and my wrist stuck in place
My arm can’t from the ground
Not be able to move
You look at me in terror
And at a bloody white T-shirt
I wasn’t able to reach
Something that shouldn’t be asked
My smile feels uncanny
All I wanted, was you
Was it too much they ask for?
To be treated like a porcelain boll
I’m too fragile I break like glass
Trust me if you flick me, I will crack
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Author:
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