A Thin Line

It eats away at your soul
like a quick spreading cancer
It makes you lonely,
wishing for a chance
to make friends
with anyone

It makes you want to go back
and try that relationship again
with someone else

It makes you blackout and
come to twenty minutes later
amid broken glass and bloody wrists

It makes your heart ache

It goes by the name of love
It could also be called hate
Sometimes there is no difference
between the two


by Rima Kane

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