Why do I always feel this way
The pain increases every night and day
I have the urge to pick up the knife
To put it on my wrist
And start to slice
The knife is sharp
The feeling of the cold metal
Ripping through my skin
Slicing every vain that lies within
It calms my fears
But I've cut too deep
I feel my body begin to weakin
I'm dying slowly
I'm crying, laying on the floor
With the knife still in my hand
I'm sorry to all those
Who I've hurt so much
But everythings going to be okay
When I'm dead
They say when you die
You see light
I see no light
Only darkness
I'm dying now
I'm sorry to say
I see no light
Coming my way
What do you think?
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not something I would agree with. but ppl feel this way at times and they feel that by doing this things will be better when their gone but that is so not true. And I wish ppl didnt turn to suicide as a way to break free. But nicely written and well expressed.
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