The knife
In my hand
Slicing open
Raw flesh
Blood leaking
Onto the carpet
In my bedroom
The only place
I can do this
Without being
Interrupted
I have to hurry
Before
Anyone gets
Home
I keep cutting
Down
Across
Diagonally
Every square inch
Of flesh on my arm
Has been used
For the sole purpose
Of making me bleed
Bleed enough
To finally die
I cut deeper
So deep
It looks as though
I can see the bones
Finally
I stop
Enough cutting
Has taken place
I lay on the floor
As the act of suicide
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