Wake me from this coma called life
Bare my wrists to the slash of a knife
Blades have always been my true friend
They never cared about if I had sinned
They just offered me a much better place
Knives never denied my needy embrace
Too many times, been stabbed in the back
But, blades were not involved in the attack
This pain I feel deep inside my chest
A pain for offering someone else my best
I am the bastard son of the fallen one
With my last breath the deed is done
Please tell me what you think
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I can really relate to this write, being a cutter myself, this hits home for me. You did an excellent job with the rhyme and flow, and the emotions are definitely there. Great job, keep penning.
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