• Hundres of cuts upon my wrists
    are tears you've made me shed.
    the broken heart the silent screams
    the voices in my head.

    The vacant stare the glossy eyes
    are things you didn't see.
    the empty shell the broken glass
    of what i've come to be.

    a final breathe
    a last goodbye,life coming to an end.
    i gave you my heart, a token of love,
    in which you chose to spend.
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