Your blood flows from my wound
The cut I dug so deep
Their knives stab me as they add to my self-inflicted wounds
Knives protruding through my body yet I'm left standing
I lay down their swords and they see the blood spilling on the floor
They see you through me
They would have thought me losing all this blood
I wouldn't be here
But you're the one would keeps me alive
I need you
I bleed you














Comments
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"I have fought a good fight, i have finished my course, i have kept the faith"
2TIM 4:7
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"looking in a mirror
what do I see?
an unknown face
looking back at me
a face twisted with anger and pain
to represent the night my tears fell like rain"
I found this poem on a sheet of lined paper at a train
station when I was 9
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