Crimson blood dripping
Is what I crave.
Big deep cuts,
Digging my grave.

I'm slipping away
But not filled with fright.
Even though I realize
This is my last night.

But before I leave
I write some notes
Left for those
Who once gave me hope.

Thanks friends and family,
For being so kind
Helping to makes sure
I was not left behind.

You have to know
This is not your fault.
My lack of faith
Caused this tradgic result.

What I go through
Nobody knows.
I'm a different species
A thorny black rose.

I can't begin to tell you
The thoughts lodged in my head.
For how do you explain,
That you wish to be dead?
 
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