My BestMature

I'm doing my best,can't you see?
can't you tell tell
the way that I bleed
for your love
for some hope
for just a bit of
a warm embrace?
won't you love me,
take me
fill me in?
I'm doing my best with all that I have,
theres barely any life
left in these broken bones,
I'm doing my best to keep holding on,
but can't you tell I'm almost out of
rope to hang myself

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