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Drip Drip.


Drip drip

I stand lifeless in the shower.

Drip drip 

I tighten my grip on the blade in my hand 

Drip drip 

because it's the only thing that gives me power

Drip drip

the sting on my wound has become familiar

Drip drip 

the feeling of the blood trickling down my wrist and onto the floor

Drip drip

the way my tears unconsciously pour down my cheeks 

Drip drip

as if I turned on the faucet and forgot to turn it off.

Drip drip

the light is slowly draining from inside of me.

Drip drip 

nothing is left in me anymore.

Drip drip

suffocating the last bit of light that was left in me 

Drip drip

finally allow the darkness to completely take over as I fall on the floor

Drip drip

my life has now been drained away and, 

the last thing I heard was my blood

Dripping on the floor. 

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