How I miss it.
How I miss u.
I miss the pain.
The blood.
The regret once I'm done.
I miss the scars and the cuts.
I miss the pain after I'm done.
I miss how sensitive they are.
I miss the way I dealt with my demons.
I miss you especially now.
Now when the pain is high and my will for life is low.
I miss u my old friend.
Although my death was really close.
©deppresion
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