Tears Away

by Greg   May 16, 2005


Take a knife to my wrist,
Help me solve all my problems,
It may look painful,
But it is taking my tears away,

BLood is on the ground,
With sadness in every drop,
Each cut on my arm represents a new pain,

Please do not weep at the sight,
For even though it is bad for me,
It is taking all my tears away.

(not a very good one) but still comment and vote

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