My skin rips
The blood drips
The knife has made me cut
Vision blurry
They're in a hurry
Trying to save me but,
It's too late to turn back
No time to rewind
Even though they found me
Gotta leave me behind
It's time for me to go
They don't love me so
There's no point in trying
I'm already dying
My soul is flying
So why are you crying?
Life or Death
I let go of my breath
So why do you care?
Death or life
Where is my knife?
Too much for me to bear
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Poetry↳ ❝ And I realise that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind ¡! ❞ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Poetry is an art that can touch the soul the same as music or even a he...
