Disclamier: This poem is mine. Not yours. Thanks..

I heard it in your painful cry,
Saw the tears fall from your eye.
I have only one question, Why?

I hardly understand,
with one swift movement of your hand,
The knife slices through your skin.
Damn, you did it again.

I tried to help and show I care,
But you are so unaware.
The blood will always flow,
Until you're six feet below.
The scars will grow and start to show.

I know how painful,
Poor Morbid Angel,
But you will never be alone,
That I want you to know.

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