Right Here

Author: Abby (LoA)

Here with a bruise, me Stuck with a fresh bruise. Nothing to lose, me, Nothing to lose.

I took up a knife, me Sliced and I sliced. But it didn't suffice me, It didn't suffice.

So I reached for a drink, me Reached for a dark drink. Tried not to think, me Tried not to think.

Still have the bruise, me Still have the blue bruise. Decided to choose me, Decided to choose.

I picked out a pen, me Picked out a gel pen. Wrote words again, me Wrote words again.

Bruise didn't leave me, Never would leave me, No way to grieve me, No way to grieve.

Here on a roof, me Here on a rooftop Nothing to loose And no way to stop.

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