Just a Scratch
You retreat to the corner to lick your wounds. It's just a scratch, but your bleeding to death, and I know that you blame me for this accident, that it's my fault. I'm sorry I tried to help, your pathetic, useless soul, and that I couldn't pull you back, when you lost control. And I'm sorry I let you go ahead and ruin everything. And I'm sorry I let you drag that blade, across your own skin. And I'm sorry that everything, is my fault now. And I'm sorry that I have to watch, as you lay bleeding on the floor. But I'm not sorry, that you're taking your last breath, that you are saying good-bye, that you can't taunt me anymore, that your blood is splattered on the floor. Your memory will haunt me... forever and a day, but you and I, will suffer no more. Written April 15th, 2001 © on Feb 18 2002 12:54 PM PST 10 • 0
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"You retreat to the corner..."