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My life comes with struggles, to deal with them, I turn it into a poem.

Under all this blood is my love, sickening sweet and bitterly red.
I'm drowning in sorrows I have shed yet again.
My pain a cry.
I wish to survive, yet I'm drowning again, for the love that has shed.
I look up above for my one true love.
I wish to push through this blood for the air but I'm stuck.
With my last pain comes my last cry.
Now silently I die,
drowned face down and I'm dead from my own blood shed.
Addicted to the blade
Addicted to the pain
Addicted to the blood
No desire to die
Just yearning to feel something.
The pain never fails
The blood always flows
Only things that stay true
Only things that will never betray or abandon
True Love under the river of red.