Blood dripping slowly to the floor
The thought of death in mind
Your mind becomes drowsy
while the blood flows
You lock your door
cold icy pricks form at your wrist
You hear the sound of rain
Looking out the window
The rain pounding in mind
Why wont the end come?
You hear knocks on the door
Rain pounding outside
blood dripping from your wrist
Ice cold pricks
It ends as swift as it came...

 
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