Breathe

It feels so good

the blade crosses my skin

the dagger becomes crimson

as my pain arises from within

 

memories reoccur from troubles in the past

the smoke shrouds my insecurity

the euphoria serves as my temptress

but she never lasts

 

when you're down the hole

every girl is a queen of hearts

funny how the lightest touch

will tear us apart

 

the misery's a beacon

illuminating where i must leave

it's all behind me now

I can finally breathe

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