The Glass Box

May 22, 2009
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I’m on the outside of a glass box
Looking in
Tears streaming
Down my face
Hands pressed up against the glass

You’re cutting yourself to death

Slit by slit

What you don’t know
Is that you’re releasing my blood too

Drip by drip

I can’t break the glass
In attempt to help you
Or else
You’ll plunge that knife your heart through

But what you won’t know
Is that you killed me too

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