Bleeding

what is that smell, is it blood or am i just imagening it because im passing out, i remember i was cutting but how far did i go, i cant think clearly, everything seems blank, i see your face one last time, i grab the feeling i have for you, i feel nothing now, the bleeding as stopped, im no longer apart of your world, my bleeding as stopped and im up in heaven watching over you.

by alicia wattss

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