My face is coated, with wrinkles of pain
My life is shattered, blood now just stains
Drips to the floor gathering around
My eyes want to close but my body wants more
So I collect all the drips and lick the wounds clean
Look in the mirror at what was once me
Scars run so deep from your sharp edge
And yet,
I call out your name begging for more.
Please get it done and cut me again
Into bite size pieces to bleed within
Dry my pain; make sure you use salt
Please don’t worry; I know it’s my fault.
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