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Spookshow_baby's Poetry

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Where do I start?
With my chest, or my neck?
Maybe my arms,
Or even my wrist?

Slowly dragging the cold blade
All over my numb body.
So where do I start?
The worst is already over
The pain in my heart!

Now I only cry,
I want to see myself die.
Slowly, piece by piece,
Cause I can not live
With all I have did

So as the blade keeps traveling,
As if it has its own decision to make,
I drag it across the top of my breast,
Then slowly I slit my right wrist.
As the blood drips down,
I smile for you.
And then my left,
I'm bleeding for you

I drop my weapon,
As the pain starts throbbing,
Making up for the missed beats of my heart.
I lay on my bed,
And stare at the wall,
Yet I can only see your face...
I die for you