The blade, so sharp,
with its hooked teeth,
it cuts deep into my skin,
as it slowly scrapes through with blood gushing out,
there's blood on the bathroom floor,
as i walk out, blood drips off me,
as it comes from my wrists,
leaving a trail on the floor.
The feeling of cutting,
releases the pain,
All the bleeding.
Wishing i'd found a better way,
to release the pain.
I chose the better way,
By ending my miserable life,
for that was the only way i could stop the pain.
There's no other way.
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good write, and i can relate to this a lot. very powerful. i hope you can find another way.
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