poem to the person whos words still haunt me today

i want you to see the scars on my skin

the wounds youre responsible for

i want you to witness my blood an my pain

and my nights spent alone on the floor

 

i want you to watch as the sharp razor glides

along the porciline skin of my hip

i want you to see the bleach in my hands

as i tell myself please take a sip

 

i want you to be in my mind and hear

the things i tell myself night and day

and i want you to know that you caused it all

and i cant make it go away

 

i want you there to watch as i

hold the barrel to my head

cus as the bullet goes through, maybe youll understand

the reasons you made me wish to be dead

 

 

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