the heart bleeds on
while words like daggers keep slicing it
during your angry moment of shouting
someone's whispering in my ear
it's our little secret, so you say
whispering words I didn't wanted to hear
I was only 9 years old, how could I know
that this wasn't normal
while I cry, you keep me company
though you don't give me comforting words
but words like: you must die, pick up that knife
but without you, I don't have a friend in my life
days go by, and she's still shouting
and your whispers are trying to convince me
the only two voices I can hear
are telling me to let go
and let my heart bleed till there's nothing left
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