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The blade down my skin

only it's too dull

no scars, no blood

only temporary marks

or faint scars

pain.... leaves.... me....

pain.... leaves.... me....

I still see constant reminders

of you, of us

or at least what we used to be

what we was before this

a cold hate fills my heart

like a frozen melancholy

latching onto me

a new form of self hate

I've never felt before

why did you leave?

why did you leave me?

why did you leave me here?

pain... endless sorrow...

only memories remain

of my heart

my dying heart

I'm dying inside

and you don't care

I will show I exist

I will slit my wrists

with a dull blade

and overuse my meds

and sleep for days

refuse to eat

refuse to drink

I will kill myself

to prove I exist

yet you will never care...

you never did...

I feel something under my skin

and it reminds me of you

so I will dig into my skin

until I bleed

a mix of flesh and blood

under my nails

only memories remain

and that's all that will ever remain

I turn away, say goodbye

drain my veins and watch you leave

as you have once before

shut my eyes, embrace my end

and I am alone with myself

like I was always meant to be