Broken II

I
am
broken,
a
crippled,
limping
creature
that
cannot
mend.
Blood
flows
through my fingers,
and
all I wish
is that
it be
a
mortal
wound.
All
I
want
for
Christmas
is
to
be
dead.
All
I
want
is my
love,
and he
is
on
the other side
of
death.
My
fervent wish
for
the New Year
is to not
be
here.

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