A poem...
I'm not the one that made me do it, it was you
The fakeness that was you,
I didn't see through it till it was too late,
well screw it

Now I sit here with the cool solution at my arm
The only thing holding me back, is regret
Wondering if something true came out of us,
but in the bitter end, I just came out crushed

Now I follow through with the answer
Letting out my pain, that it brought me to

Sitting there in my room still wondering about you
Tracing the marks on my arm, not regretting it.
Now nothing holding me back, on with life without you

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