picture me kneeling
a tear falls from my lash.
why can't you understand what i'm feeling?
all i am now to you is trash.
black and red is the paint
the only colors i use on this picture.
too much red makes me faint
somethings wrong with my psychological mixture.
my skin splits open
the blades following tail.
bleeding like the ink in a leaking pen,
but, just like before, im sure to fail.
maybe i'll see the light.
can it be time?
i give up the fight.
but, is suicide really a crime?
-rachelleeashlee<3.
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