Watch Me Bleed

You slit my wrists and watch me bleed.
I fall face down onto a bed you placed for me.
A bed of jagged shards of glass.
Clear to the world is the knife in my back.
A knife stabbed deep into my core by you.
By your hands.
Hands that I kissed a thousand times.
Hands I kept warm through the bitter cold.
Attempts to mend the wounds are futile.
Every movement made is but another cut.
Cut by the shards of glass I rest on.
Shards methodically placed by you.
A body severely ruptured.
Clinging to life as you spectate.
As you continue to watch me bleed.
Until life is drained and a carcass remains.
My death brought on by you.

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