There is blood on your sleeve

There is blood on your sleeve. 

I see it and believe. 

I know that you have something hiding from me,

Your arm has lines, there are three,

For each time someone hurt you,

You said with a frown, 

and then I look down,

And I see they are spread up your arm, 

And your shoulders too, all coated in harm,

I see you transform,

From the one I once knew,

To a girl that's completely and utterly new,

You don't need to do,

These things to your self,

I said, but no help,

She would not even flinch,

As she did it again,

And cut off our friendship. 

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[Lea Brost]

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