Skriven 2009
I feel the blood running through my vains,
I want to slice a new open wound and let it all out.
It seems so easy to just let go,
but these things that are screaming inside my mind,
I just can't let go.
It's been two weaks since the blood touched my walls,
and the struggle keeps getting harder and harder.
But I'll try.
I'll try to let go.
I'll try not to make a new flesh wound in my heart.
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