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I painted a line full of blood,

yet you created a circle

with my own blood,

set me up like a chess game,

I was the pawns,

little by little the game was over for me,

check mate was on your mind

since day one,

let you in the heart as a good friend,

now with some of my blood on your knife

you choose to walk away,

causes me pain,

a friends stab,

but the pain is not from the wound

or the tearing of my skin,

the heart loses one of its mind of thought,

simply a smile from your face

I get as I see you walking by,

try my best to keep you safe,

your depression was mines

so I cheer your heart as you came to me

with your heart in sad mode,

I lose control,

even wore clown shoes to cheer your heart,

clean your mind,

maybe to much of a good person I am,

and I lose in the end,

barriers of stone and thorns should be my mode,

yet I am weak,

hurts to see you walk away,

but since day one,

you the one who chooses your path,

a wound from my heart is open,

the blood in the bathroom sink it is pouring away,

stitch my heart together,

for no more can fall to a whole

-che