Window

Fingers cut from secretly gathering the pieces,
all the fragments of your life without me.
Slide them together to form a window into your world;
my secret desperate view.
It looks like rain through the tears.

But by gazing through it,
i might as well smash my head through it,
all i will find is horrible pain.

Fingers cut from secretly gathering the pieces,
i can't help but stare at my wrists.

The End

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