This might be the beginning or the end, a poem on insanity. Tell me what you think.
Pull out the blade
Let it go
Walk away
Lose control
A heart was here
Seven days ago
I don't know
When they will go
Cloudy here
Hard to see
How do I know,
Nobody's following me
The pressure inside
Won't be controlled
I'm screaming here
With pains untold
Falling down
Waiting to see
All that blood,
That's not coming from me
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