Watching

She says it eased her pain,
As the blade dripped of blood,
She said she no longer felt cold,
As scars were left.
She claimed she no longer cried,
Herself asleep,
As stitches were made.
She proclaimed so much,
But when she took her life,
Was there a reason?
Because all I can see is
My lonely heart.

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