JT (12-20-1993 / Alone forever)

Death

As the blood trickles down my arm
I think of you.

I think of all the harm
and pain I put you through.

I think of how much I hurt
and how much I loved you.

I’m slipping away now
the pain was too much.

I lie there cold
not young but not old.

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Beautiful personification