My left wrist,
marked with all those scars.
Blood dripping down,
And at last resting on my sheets.
So, let it bleed.
My left wrist,
Tied with the only bandage i owe.
The whole inner smudged with my preference,
As no option is left.
So, let it bleed.
My left wrist,
So perceptible.
I know i have to hide it for so many reasons,
And for the dreams i left far behind.
So, let it bleed.
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