It starts with a tear,
then a knife to the wrist.
You feel the pain,
but pretend it don't exist.
No one's there to listen,
since your words were never heard.
Blood drips from your hands,
as your life is begins to blur.
I'd miss you if you died,
It would ruin my life for sure.
No one could stop my cries,
since I never found Heart's cure.
A cure for those rough edges,
and cracks that always bleed.
A cure for those tears
and red eyes,
and for your mislead.
I hope you hear these words,
and listen to my pain.
Because your not the only one that hurts,
so don't put your life down the drain.
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