Categories > Original > Poetry > Deep Cuts and Open Wounds
Would you care if he died
After all the tears I have cried?
Give me the knife
and I'lll gladly end his life.
Watch his blood stain
to pay for my pain.
Cry out in fear
but no one will hear.
When I was so scared
Nobody cared.
Why should they for you?
They hate you too.
The scars you drew
were the wounds I once knew.
But now I can't breathe
Thoughts of you won't leave.
I didn't want you to go,
and now I know.
So now that you're dead,
The gun rests on my head.
After all the tears I have cried?
Give me the knife
and I'lll gladly end his life.
Watch his blood stain
to pay for my pain.
Cry out in fear
but no one will hear.
When I was so scared
Nobody cared.
Why should they for you?
They hate you too.
The scars you drew
were the wounds I once knew.
But now I can't breathe
Thoughts of you won't leave.
I didn't want you to go,
and now I know.
So now that you're dead,
The gun rests on my head.
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