Once again its come to this
Time for me to slit my wrist
Black and blue from all the beatings
Crimson red
Now im bleeding
I know its what I’ve always needed
I guess I feel a little conceded
I rip the rug
To stop the bleeding
Pushing tight
It wont stop feeding ,
From my veins it all will pour
Try to stand up
Fall face first half way out the door
Darkness falls
Ripping at the core
Alone and secluded
I have been rooted
To this porch
A porch of death
No one will find me
Prays and hopes
Another life awaits me
Which means another piece of paper
Will leave one more note
But even though I wish I could rest
Something tells me
Living more then one life is the best
But when nothing ever goes right
And you always end up dieing someway in the night
You cant help but wonder
Where ascends all this thunder?
Why doesn’t it reap on someone else’s soul
For mine has turned the blackest
Mine is icy cold
By the third
I’ve come to learn
That someone hates me
Wishes I will burn
They build me up
Then bring me down
I end up falling to the ground
But here and now
I always say
The end of life
Is the end of my day
 
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