The only thing that's mine
Is slowly becoming no one's
As I cut and cut
I begin to go numb
Unable to feel
Unable to cry
And once again
Unable to love
As my blood falls down to the floor
My life is slowly fading away
But no one seems to notice or to care
As I lay there
Bleeding so much I am cold within five minutes
I think of us and what could have been
Before I have completely faded away
I write your name in blood on my wall
You were all I had to live for and now you're gone
And the only thing that's left of me is BLOOD
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Kristina Zill
She/her. Survivor. LGBTQ+. Polyamorous. Writer. Gamer.
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