I slit my wrist to watch it bleed,
the blood flows down with a great speed.

It runs down my hand and it drips,
into a cup and then I sip.

I drink it all with a fast pace,
then I put my hands on my face.

I hang my head and hope to die,
a tear appears and then i cry.

My life I took this rainy day,
friday the twenty-eighth of may.


 
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