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i open up my clutched fists

to reveal the stain of crimson

i see all over my arms are slashes

and i can't let myself let him in



they scream at the door and beg

"please, just let us in!"

you need help they say, but no

all i need is him



as the tension eases

and i see what i've done

i look down at the liquid

that bleeds through my arm



what they are screaming, its muffled

my anger causes clenched fists

as i realize with great horror

that the blood is from my wrists



they all know what's going on

they're all waiting to deliver pity

and i can't have that and i won't

as i listen to the cries of the city



no words can describe

such a last goodbye

but as my tears bleed as my wrists

all i can do is cry