I grab the knife.
What am I doing?
There's so much paint that won't go away.
slit my wrist as blood pours out.
slit my throat and watch it bleed.
puddle of tears,
a puddle of blood.
I'm sinking now in my own bath tub.
There goes my sorrow.
There goes my pain.
All taken away by the slash of a knife.
Don't see me cry,
Don't hear me scream.
Just watch me sink into another dream.
 
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