Thorns pull,
Tearing at my skin,
The warm sensation drips. . .
From my wrist,
The lustful feeling..
I yearn for and miss..
I long for a cure,
The inevitable key,
To seal this heart,
To unlock eternity..
"When will my time come?"
As I ask from above. .
The cutting, the scars,
All drawn by love..
To paint my insecurties..
In a shade of red,
The canvas, my body..
With this blood I have shed,
A characteristic so beautiful,
Like the stars in the sky,
And the neverending question,
That shall never be answered,
Is "why"..
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