Hurt

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Plunge it,
twist it,
make it bleed,
you said my heart was what you need,
I can feel the blade grind past my bones,
now I've got envy I wont be
alone.
I watch my blood run across my skin,
I gave my mind and soul to him.
Jab it, stab it,
feel it tear,
let the blood trickle,
then walk away,
cos' if you dont stay,
you cant see it pour,
it wont matter if it gushes.
Poor me, poor you.
Pour me away,
down the drain,
I'm a stain on your cloth,
i'm a stain in your veins.
Next time gag me,
blindfold me,
How long can this take?
An ultimate fantasy?
No a four week heartbreak.