by Allie
the cuts are getting deeper
with every thought of you
i thought you loved me
i thought you cared
my arm is gushing
gushing blood now
i can't get you out of my head
i loved you
but you didn't love me
the bleeding stops
the sun comes up
and the thoughts
thoughts of you
they fade away
but every time i see
see the scares
i feel the sting
and think of you
and how you made me
bleed
Hey,
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