Ice cold, silent, alone...
my blood is ice, frozen within my veins
hands numb, so is body and soul
hands are shaking
alone at last
I grab the hammer, smash the mirror
adrenaline surging
hands are shaking
grab a large shard
have a seat, bathroom floor
cold, silent, alone...
draw the shard quickly across each wrist
skin splitting, blood seeping
left to die alone

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