You just leave me bleeding,
It's only my precious blood,
Your words hurt so much more than any razors ever could.
Go ahead and leave me bleeding,
I guess I have no use for blood,
You say, "Go run, go hide, go die!", and it hurts more than weapons ever would.
Don't worry, I know I'm bleeding,
Even if you can't see the blood,
Because actually I can see,
My heart burst inside of me,
And I can see it bleed, and bleed, and bleed, and bleed,
More than my tiny broken heart ever ever should.
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Random Demented Stuff
PoetryCollection of poems or rants that I write. Very suprised at how many views and votes I got on this, thanks to all my readers ALSO Finished with this one, if you want to see more of my poetry look at my profile for the new collection.
