I do not only slice

I do not only carve

But I write his name

Deep into my arm

His voice makes me cringe

His eyes seem to wonder

He always finds a way to hurt me

And always makes me ponder

His mind is a mystery

His heart has a guard

And so very quickly

There's a pattern on my arm

And although the pattern is broken

My heart is, too

The blood is quickly spilling out

And there's nothing he can do

Because I'm on the floor now

Hopeless and bleeding

And up until the very end

He never listened to my feelings

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