as the water flows over my fragile body,
i keep stopping to think that i should be dead,
as the days pass by i remeber his story,
only to bring the tears back to my eyes,
at the thought of him his face falshes in my head,
sending me threw a world of hurt,
it should have been me not him i should be the one thats dead,
as the time passes by i know that i have to die,

i step out and get dressed,
i pull out my knife thinking of dealth,
finding the best place to put my knife,
i only look down to see my wrist,
then i sink my knife into flesh,
and drift away thinking of him,
my eyes shoot open as i wake from my dream,
only to see that what might have been a dream is now a reality.

 
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