a stab in the brain,
are you really going to put me through this again?
the knife cuts the wound;
a blade so sharp,
tearing the skin,
tears up my heart.
why do you do it?
why do you kill?
there was a love there for someone to share.
But you sliced it right open
and seem to do it so often
with no remorse,
nor any thought
put the blade down,
take away your frown,
and lose the anger inside,
perhaps you can start again?
but this time with no pain,
but first you must look back
look at what you've done,
look at what you can see
simply take a good look.
© Leonora Sophie
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