On your heart
I can see
Scars and scratches
Left by me
Some are fresh
Some are old
They always end up
Leaving me feeling cold
Everytime I end up
Doing this to you
My heart feels like
It's being ripped in two
Sometimes I slash
Sometimes I cry
It doesnt matter
It makes me want to die
I reach for the blade
I take it with care
I put it to my throat
And then and there
I hear your voice
Whispering to me
"Dont do it my love"
"Dont do this to me"
I set it down
Again I hear your voice
"Thank you darling"
"You made the right choice"
As your voice vanished
I look to the heavens above
Hoping that this proved to you
My compassion and love
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