Until it's done

by The girl who doesnt care   May 13, 2012


You don't realize what you've done
Until the marks are there
Until the blood is flowing
Until your wrist aches
As much as your heart
And all you have to wash it away
Is the tears you've shed
And the soaking sheets

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