Crimson tears came to speak to me that night
They put the wicked thought into my mind,
The blade they knew exactly where to find.
I struggled to resist the urge,
To hold it back,
But depression did submerge.
Through subtle cries,
I welcomed the hurt
To forget the lies from lessons learnt.
My hands engulfed by liquid rubies
I knew more than ever
Where I wanted to be.
My death I had it all figured out..
I could of taken my life without a doubt.
What held my back?
I’d never know..
How did I reach back here?
On a level this low
Crimson tears…
Will you come speak to me again?
For you...
Beautiful red..
Are my only friends.
Tell me what you think about it?
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Hmmmmm I love it!This was an awesome poem...sorry though
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