everyone has problems
(but we just happen to have more than others, dar-lingg)

more hate
anger
fear

we met in rehab
(and bonded)
but
we were already lost-
(lost in our own painfilledworld)

“cutters” they whispered
“fucked up”
they said

one day we took it too far
slit
and
drip
d
r
i
p
drip

and then a rush of blood
you (i) dropped the razor
watching crimson-colored life flow out of your (my) collapsing veins

you (i) fell to the floor
staining the gleaming white tiles with your (my) poison

you died on the bathroom floor that night
(and I died right along with you)

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inspired by a conversation with my friend... we were being screwed up, as usual
this is part of her chrismas present

and yes, i know it's probably a little confusing to follow, but do your best :-)