One cut
Two cuts
Three cuts, four
Come now, dear
What's one more?
Five cuts
Six cuts
Seven cuts, eight
You can't stop me
It's too late
Nine cuts, ten cuts
Eleven cuts
Stop
I'm lying in my crimson tears
And my blade's been dropped
Self inflicted punishment
And reopened scars
You can try to stop me
But won't know what goes on behind locked doors
Twelve cuts now
Then a dozen more
You say just stop
When my mind's at war
You say you're here
That I'm not alone
But the solitude of night
Chills me to the bone
You say you'll help me
But I'm too far gone
You love me, I'm worth it
You go on and on
Your words slip right off
And I'm bleeding now
And I want to seek help
But I just don't know how
I'm sorry that I can't be strong
Sorry I'm not enough
You say you'll come clean for me
But right now I'm calling your bluff
You're just as weak as I am
And just as broken, too
I'm sorry, love
I really am
I just don't know how to save you
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@RichWithey Thank you, Richard. I get melancholy at night sometimes, and when I sit down to write these sorts of things just come out. I'm very glad you liked it x
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