I cut my hands on thorns, as you stood there and watched. Blood running from my hands down my fingers, yet you do nothing but fucking stare
I have gotten your attention, but gotten no respect. You dont talk to me, now you nolonger look at me.
I have fallen to my knees, begging for all your apologies. No, you turn your back towards me, what did I do to deserve this?
Blood Has now Stopped Flowing My hands-now scabing Hanging on the roses Thorns Digging Into My flesh Causing The scabs To bleed.
I have sunk down so low, only myself would know. My troubles haunt me everyday, my problems never subside.
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