and the kitchen walls were stained

with blood from all the hearts i’d

lost and loved i didn’t want to feel

the pain no not when they never

felt the same so why not end it

while i could when i cut them up

it felt so good but it never lasted

long enough so i did it again and again.

but they never loved me.

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