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Drenched,
In a puddle of blood.
From where I bled,
The mortal wound in my heart.
You were out to get me,
of that I'm sure.
You dealt 1,2,3,4 blows,
And took me down like no mortal knows.
I've come to believe that it was never real,
You felt sorry for me and my suicidal tendencies.
It became some big deal,
And maybe some day you will know the pain I now feel.
So go now,
While I lay here drenched in blood.
I won't try to get on my feet,
For I know you will kick me back down into the mud.