Conversations With Myself

May 24, 2016

Seeping and leaking
The blood, I am weeping
The knife and the scissors
Alone im left to wither
The drak and the voices
This is my only way of solace
So i sit and wait for the pain to go away
Meanwhile laughing at my pathetic life....

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