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I cut through my wrist in agony
I feel know pain but I see the blood rushing through my vain.
I stay conscious while the blade is tarring through my skin.
After moments of pain my arm goes num and my skin turns red.
Walking through the hall blood dripping on the ground I stop to think but lose my balance and start to fall.
On the ground I'm shaking as if I was cold.
I lay in silence not a word to be spoken.
The only thing I hear is the sound of blood dripping from me.
Laying in peace I start to dream.
What would life be without me?
Would it be less pain if my parents never had me?
So just think life could be better without me.
I uncover the truth that was lost inside me.
I try to see more so I cut deeper where I buried my hole.
In this world I could see it all and the only pain I felt is the pain I cause
When I discover the truth my heart became fatal.
Now blood wasn't flowing from my arm but from my heart
The beats start to change and sound gets lower.
Before I know it the sound was gone and the blood was like my cover.
My dream became a reality but this time life was harder without me
Maybe if I had this dream earlier DEATH wouldn't become me.
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