I sit in my dark corner
Waiting for the pain
To fade away like
Yesterday.
The rusted silver blade
Sits in my palm.
What have I done?
It calls my name
I try not to answer but
I fail to do so
Until one day
I hit a vein.
Blood was everywhere.
I'm sorry.
I hate you
I was thinking.
Then my thoughts faded.
And I never woke up.



















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