So how many more years,
Must I sit here,
Embracing only your tears?
You're suffering in silence,
You won't ask for anyone for help.
Why do you this?
Why do you do this to yourself?
Bloody red the blade is,
As you push it pass your skin,
the scars remind you
Of the pain you went through with him.
Everyone's begging you,
I'm begging you,
"Please don't do this!"
Don't overdose,
Forget about your comatose love.
Don't leave me with a memory
Of you,
I can't do this on my own,
I don't want to be alone!
I did childish things I know...
But I'm begging you,
Please don't go...!
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