Overwhelmed
White teeth,
dig into cherry red lips,
trickling down with crimson blood.
Rough hands,
pound through chipped walls,
sending a burning sensation through veins.
Sore throat,
cries out a name,
yelling "sorry" and "I hate you."
Salty tears,
run down pale cheeks,
creating a river of despair.
And cherry red lips,
whispers the final word,
“Goodbye .”
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