You leave me no choice
But to do what I am doing
The blade is to my wrist
Sharp, cold, and horribly soothing.

The blood drips
From that deep gash down my vein
The tears mix with the crimson color
And I start to feel the pain.

You are the one who did this
You got inside my head
You filled me with this hatred
And now I will be dead.
 
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