Categories > Original > Poetry > Deep Cuts and Open Wounds
Slip into my tragedy,
Stop this chain of dreams.
Lost is my soul,
I'm paying the toll
in blood and endless screams.
Stop these tears from falling,
The cuts from dripping red.
It hurts to cry,
Much better to die,
Wouldn't you rather see me dead?
The pain just won't stop coming,
The wounds, they grow too fast.
Torn is my heart,
Now we're apart.
These scars, too long they last.
If you hate me so much
why do you come back?
It's starting to sting
All the bruises you bring.
A gaping hole, once a crack.
Are you just that egotistical?
Need to know you're best?
Now I am in pain,
blood dripping like rain.
No need to know the rest.
But my conscience is clear,
Much less can be said for you.
My heart is a storm,
feel the blood so warm.
My body black and blue.
Stop this chain of dreams.
Lost is my soul,
I'm paying the toll
in blood and endless screams.
Stop these tears from falling,
The cuts from dripping red.
It hurts to cry,
Much better to die,
Wouldn't you rather see me dead?
The pain just won't stop coming,
The wounds, they grow too fast.
Torn is my heart,
Now we're apart.
These scars, too long they last.
If you hate me so much
why do you come back?
It's starting to sting
All the bruises you bring.
A gaping hole, once a crack.
Are you just that egotistical?
Need to know you're best?
Now I am in pain,
blood dripping like rain.
No need to know the rest.
But my conscience is clear,
Much less can be said for you.
My heart is a storm,
feel the blood so warm.
My body black and blue.
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