Run Me Dry
You silently scream to nothing
Crying out for something
To make you want to stay
Instead of wishing life away
Hopelessness hits you severe
Will you ever find your way out of here?
When did happiness cease to exist?
Your hands are tight in unbreakable fists
Cushioned in them is a blunt blade
The only thing that can make the hurt fade
Sweet sorrow pumps through your veins
Taking your life would make you immune to pain
So you draw neatly across your lifeline
The red liquid shows and you know you'll be fine
There are no wars left for you to fight
No surrenders to give to the night
You lay back feeling weightless
Ending your life has so little fuss
Cover the cut with a gentle sigh
And bid your blood to run you dry
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