Your past wasn't wonderful
and so far from what you pictured it as.
The pain had healed, up until she peeled the scab.
Memories came flooding back,
leaving you abandoned and all alone.
You know your thoughts are wrong,
But you can't help the overwhelming rush,
You pick up the knife and begin to push.
Blood begins to trickle, as the skin rips apart
your fading faster and faster into the deepest dark.
I scream your name in fear,
until you drop the knife and burst into tears.
You tell me your whole life story
and how it all went wrong,
I tell you theres no need for this becuase you'd lose it all.

 
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