You may be surprised to know
that when you sleep
I press my head to your chest
To be assured you have a heart
How can you say you love me,
but hurt me to my core?
True, your blows are invisible
My spirit is what’s black and blue
I blame myself
I consented to this crime called murder
And I’ve given you permission
To prolong my death
The time has come
To save myself
And walk away
From my own suicide
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