Just another suicide song.
Everyword i write here
Is a scar.
Of the pain.
Living without your love.
Like blood from a gashed arm.
Accidents are part of life.
And the wounds of relationships
Never get much easier to bear.
Everyword i wrote today
Was a scar.
Of the hurt of
You not wanting me back.
And the blood from a gashed broken heart.
Are there for all to see.
Accidents are part of life.
And the skeletons of relationships
Never get any easier to handle.
poem by Peter Vealey
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