I wonder~

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Sometimes
I wonder do they
Enjoy, the sight of
Mascara running down
My cheek, the tearing sound
Of my heart, ripping in to pieces
The smell of varnish as I drink myself
To sleep, or maybe the blood dripping
From my wrist into a scarlet puddle
Do they enjoy my pain, my sorrow?
Is it fun to break me into pieces?
To count all the tears I have
Cried? Would they care
~~ ~If I died~~~