My Wrist

My wrist crawls across the edge of the knife

This is the beginning of the downfall of my life

The pieces of my broken heart drips out of me

The pain that I feel inside starts to vanish slowly

All that I had hidden away is starting to come out

Everything that is but my desiccated self doubt

The dark sees and knows everything that I do

The knife like your tongue speaks for you

Draining out the pain you gave to me I was addicted

My wrist suffers as it releases the pain you inflicted

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