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     I run my hand through blades of grass and slowly I begin to bleed

Each blade cuts deep through my pride and into my skin

I feel each and every sting telling my brain that I am in pain

Still I ignore it hoping this dream might come to an end

I close my eyes tight dark as night hoping to awake

Slowly I reopen my eyes to a red surprise I’m still bleeding

Each minute passes with rivers of red that never stop

Feeling faint and losing sight maybe I should rest

But the thought of dying keeps me awake and alive

I try to find anything to stop the bleeding and survive

It gets darker as if someone turned out the lights

The filament of my life grows dim as does my sight



     I awake lying in the grass hands covering my face

Thinking back I strangely recall this place

With a handful of grass I peel back the skin

Running through blades of grass again I begin