Because of you,
a thin razor slides across my wrist,
blood spills, relieving the pain.
because of you,
I clench my hand into a fist,
veins pop out, making a visible line.
because of you,
i trace over them with my stained razor,
more and more blood spilling onto the floor.
there's no more pain, no more problems.
I slip into a dark quiet place.
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