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tears
blurr my vision
blurr my sense of reality
blurr everything

as i wipe
the overflow of tears
from my eyes
i sniffle

you walk up to me
as i push my tears aside
you wont see
the tears i cry

you ask whats wrong
i say nothing
and take off
running as fast as i can

i stop short
no longer able to breath
i sit down
and start to cough

i pull my hand away
from my bouth
to see red bloches,
blood

i get up and
walk the rest
of the way home
coughing every so often

when i stumble
through the door
i notice my white shirt
is now covered in blood

owell
i thought
i sat down
contemplating my next move

i pull the knife
from my pocket
and put the cold blade
to my warm flesh

pushing hard
kind of wanting to feel
what i always had
pain

i fiercly cut
pushing harder
and harder
over my wrists and arms

as i start to see
all the drops
of the shimmering
blood run down my fingertips

i take the blood
and draw a picture
on my wall
i loved it

it said so
many things
in a simple,
yet perfect picture

i was forced
to go to the hospital
that day
i got a total of 53 stiches

the scars
remind me
of wat im capable of
of who i am

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