You thought that I bore myself open to you,

But, really, that couldn't be any less true.

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I'm vulnerable only in shadows of night,

With claw marks littering all my flesh in sight.

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My heart is a locked cage, buried deep inside

Where no one can reach it. Ha. Trust me, I've tried.

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As much as I long to show you my scars,

They're hidden behind sleeves and quiet in cars.

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I know that I've broken your trust yet again,

But I gave you my word and signed it in pen.

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This poem is proof. There's no blood on my wrists.

I hope one day this contract won't have to exist.

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I won't say I'm sorry. Frankly, it's too late,

But I'm starting over. Today is the date

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That will be the last time I make myself bleed.

I hope you believe me when you give this a read.

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I swore I didn't want to hurt you, you know.

But instead I made it worse and it really, really blows.

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It'll take some time to win back your trust,

But I have to do it again. I have to. I must.