I run the blade across my wrist,
The cool metal makes my stomache twist.
I lay back and hold my arm up high
I like the blood to run all the way down to my thigh.
Because then i can see it
then i can feel it
Proof I am alive
Proof I have yet to die.
I take my blade and run it again,
this time it's different
it could be the end.
I lay down for good
and as i close my eyes
I take one more look to the midnight skies.
I wonder if he's watching and cheering me on.
I've missed him so much ever since he's been gone.
So now I will go, and see him again,
I feel my blood dripping,
This is the end.
 
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