You sit on the bathtub rim with the pills,
and the scissors.
You contemplate the best way to do it.
To bleed the final crimson grief.
You don't fear,
Your frighteningly calm.
All you feel is the cold steel and the warm regrets,
running down your arm.
I remember your smile,
It was beautiful.
When did it turn into tears.
They mixed with the blood as you stare at your wrist.
I remember your face.
My best friend,
I loved you.
All you felt was pain.
He loved you,
All you saw was the wide open plain.
 
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