Count
By Me
Close my eyes and count my tears,
Cound my cuts as the blood appears.
Count my blessings that helped me live,
Count my sorrows that I keep within.
Tears streaming down my face,
The last tear I counted was number 58.
Old cuts mend while new cuts begin,
The blood it comes and I pray its the end.
My heart is broken,
It'll never mend.
That's when I realized,
Pain is my new best friend.
You made me like this,
I'm on edge.
Waiting for another reason,
Not to bring this life to an end.
Anger boiling inside my veins,
Deep within grows my pain.
Images of death flow through my mind,
I shouldn't have believed you when you said you were mine
December 25th, 2004
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Brittany