Cutting

These tears I cry,       Tears of pain Turn to blood and       Ooze through my veins Seeping through the wound       Made by another razor blade Bleed past the skin       And through the bandaid Trickling down my arm then       Falling into the sink So focused on the end       I don't even blink Nothing to live for       No one will miss me Holding on to poetry       Keeping me in reality These words flow from pen to paper        My only way of expression The blood drops into the sink, still        Better than using a gun How much longer for        Someone to notice? How much longer to        Finish this? How much longer can        I cut away? How much longer until        The final day?

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