The truth.

Bloodied hands,
tear stained cheeks,
same routine for weeks and weeks.

adversity hits,
the struggle begins,
shattering my life when the blade wins.

bloodied sleeve,
puffy eyes,
there's no one there,
to ask why she cries.

red flowing water,
the cleansing begins,
how painful it is when the blade wins.

bloodied hands
tear stained cheek
with each kiss of the blade, she grows increasingly weak.

all the work she had done,
has flown down the sink,
back at the start, again the blade won.

lifeless she lies there,
as white as a sheet,
maybe this time her maker she'll meet.

anyways let me know what you think,
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