As I lie in my chair,
I give myself a dare,
to cut my life,
tired of all the strife,
when I grab the knife,
too scared of going close to the vein,
where I will feel most pain,
but not down too far,
'cause I want it to bleed hard,
phycotic,
sybolic,
the wounds will be deep,
I want it to seep,
I don't want to die,
I just need time,
this is my way,
of coping with another day,
but I have to quit soon,
it is starting to make me swoon,
if I quit forever,
I could be better,
will I give in?
No,
I choose to win.
 
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