It's a cold, cold day
When I let it all out
Dripping
Piercing
Words on a page
Bleeding out my story
Letting out
Letting in
Watching emptiness
Spin
It's the letting
The double-edged sword
A choice that cuts deep
Slicing me in two
Wondering how deep
The push
Of the silver blade
Lonely is the cut
Knowing
Sympathetic eyes
Can only do so much
Alone to face
The sword's deepest thrust.
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