Sad emotions caught up w/ me
I don’t know how to take it
So I retrieve my blood stained blade
And leave a gaping slit

I cut my wrists over again
Whether it helps me out or not
The blade sinks deep w/in my skin
And I slowly begin to rot

But for to long it tires me
For it has no relief
Instead of what I expected
It filled me w/ more grief

My arm gashed up dripping w/ blood
The next target is my throat
I'll slit it clean till death is mine
And free my spirit will float

 
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