one tear
caught between my eyelashes
a prisoner, hidden within
hidden from the outside world
it would take only take one
clinquant drop of salty dew
an unwitting betrayal
that would sting my griefs anew
never show weakness
if you must
deal with the darkness
in silence and cold
where no one can hear
shut out the world
they'll enhance each of your fears
turn the flood back
drown yourself
if it helps
but promise me you won't
say that it's too much
you can handle this
sharp edge's cleansing touch
slide the razor across your wrist
stay strong never stray
there's a loose thread
but your edges won't fray
you're already the living dead
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