• wittywordsmith 47w


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    A desire so strong,
    to cut real deep,
    but slightly less,
    than the injury,
    that's there already in my soul,
    battling for courage,
    my heart slowly weeps,
    and so do my wrists,
    red, bitter, cold.
    Give life another chance,
    is that what you want me to do?
    I cannot, and I won't,
    cause I've been there,
    done that, I'm through.