Copyright, Tierney

I look all around for something sharp,
That glint that’ll catch my eye,
But suddenly i’m pulled back,
As I hear you start to cry,
My door is open,
And you people stare,
And my best friend cries,
Runs to hug me,
Ignores the blood getting in her hair,
She smiles at me,
As I wipe her tears,
“No More. No More.”,
I hear myself say,
But I ignore my memories,
And grab the butter knife…


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