As I lie here at night
alone in my bed,
no thought but you
runs through my head.
I let out a scream
that I can no longer contain.
I'm so sick of living
in constant pain.
So I take the blade
and expose the vein,
hoping the blood
will leave a stain.
At first the blood
is merely a drop,
then it starts to flow heavily
and can't be stopped.
I turn off the lights
as my body loses feeling,
then I lie in m bed
and stare at the ceiling.
In the last few moments
I have in life,
I sit in the dark
and stare at the knife.
My blood's almost gone,
the knife falls from my hand,
and in a puddle of blood
is where it lands.
I exist as nothing
but a crimson stain,
the breath gone from my lungs,
no blood in my veins.
 
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