Bleeding

I see her serenely sitting there
Blood running down both her arms
And all I can do is stare
She says

Well, the pain chases away the memories,
And these scars? They just don’t matter
After all, every one of my dreams
Inescapably will shatter
I’m tired of having no choice
But to see tomorrow and the one after
You see, this blood gives me a voice
And I need it, because I can’t remember laughter

Now she starts crying
And I know that to her, dying
Doesn’t seem unpleasant at all
And I’m not sure if I can
Catch her when she’ll fall
She says

You see, I’m sick of people telling me
How I feel, and that I’ll heal
And I’m sick of people selling me
Short, miles away from who I really am
People just pretend to care
Most can’t tell I’m even there
And if death is simply nothingness and peace,
Isn’t that a gentle and merciful release?

Well, I don’t know how to save her
And I can’t say that I blame her,
Because sometimes I feel the same way
So it seems that all I can do is pray
That God will give me
The right words to say

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