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Scars on my chest

bleed once again.

Holding the knife, I cut open,

tearing my flesh apart.

I can't see the end

of this emptiness.

I stand lifeless,

unable to breathe.

But I can't seem to die,

my hands are too weak.

This absence weighs me

six feet under.

Crush these bones,

take this body.

Come and save me,

from this endless grief;

give me your sweet kiss,

I want to be free.

My veins are empty,

this heart pumps nothing.

All by myself,

I seek this pain.