Has a blade ever cut your last broken heart?
Has blood ever left a crimson stain, that once cascaded from your head?
When will I ever lean?
Oh, how I so yearn for an answer!
I thought I could trust myself . . . , what a disappointment I've
become!
Can't bargain for changes -- it's way too late.
I now have an alternative.
Let me elaborate:
Physical pain, is an ouch.
Mental pain, is an infliction of the mind.
Do you love me? Then, kill me!
Do you hate me? Then, help me!
Do you want me? Then, come die with me!
The truth is real, shocking -- yet ever so true. Regrets are potently
excused.
Farewell! I'll return soon . . .
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