I run up stairs
And get my rusty knife
I pull up my sleeves and look at my wrist
And cut one and finely time
The tears being to sting the corners of my eyes I wish and I wish I would
die as I watch the blood run down my wrist
I see the room start to fade as I collapse to the floor
Then I hear the sirens start to roar
The footsteps running up the stairs as I think about all the people that did
not care
Then I manage to whisper one more line good-bye to all my family and friends
for I am about to die
by liz welch
 
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