Suicidal Witch

Blade

Copyright, Suicidal Witch

The cold blade tears at her wrist,
Her hand clenches into a fist
To stop the pain she feels inside,
The pain she tries to hide,
Why can’t she find a new way to cope?
Why can’t se find a new source of hope?
There’s no way out,
She’s stuck in the dark,
What is life all about?
The blood she sees will sureley free,
All that she doesn’t want to be,
The blade she uses to make her cut is her savior, protector, lover, and hater,
It’s gotten her through good times, bad times, happy times, and sad times,
Then why does she hide and why does she cry,
Every time the cold blade tears at her wrist,her hand clenches into a fist to stop the pain she feels inside, the pain she tries to hide

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