Tragedy on the floor

Drip, drip drop the blood escapes my wrist.
I never wanted it to come to this.
The words spill from my.
lips like the red spills over my blades tip.

If everyone thinks that we're not alone.
Why am I the only one dying on this floor?
Lovers, friends even my kids never truly loved me.
Though, you all swore you did!
I hope you can forgive the mess.
Cause this is all of me and my life that exists.
A stain on the floor and all of our souls.
The pain of the world has taken it's toll!
Illusion or reality?
I can't be sure.
All the colors run together..
My pain, love and joy all just a blur.

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