I slash the knife across my wrists,
For some reason I feel a strange bliss.
I see the blood fall down,
As it begins to surround,
My body and spills on the floor below,
I pressure my arms to strengthen the flow.
Then i slash across my breasts,
All I want to feel is the cold hand of death,
To touch my shoulder,
I want to leave this world without getting older.
I want to get rid of this despair and pain,
My blood drenches me like the rain.














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