Not enough

I'll press the knife solidly into my heart,
Only because I don't know where to start.
My hands run cold,
Because now I am holed.

I scold myself for doing everything wrong,
I really don't know where the hell I belong.
I find myself looking up into the sky,
Wishing that I would just die.

To her I try to communicate,
To find myself in a painful chlorate.
I am so confused,
Of always being accused.
I just want to be unbruised.

I just can't seem to do anything right,
I'll just flee silently into the night.
My body will drop blood on the way,
My dead body will lay at her doorstep on Friday.

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