Death Poem by Sonya Wesley

Death Is Easy, But Life Is Hard.
I Keep A Knife In My Hand.
My Life Was Tough And Things Were Wrong.
I Deserve To Die.
When The Time Comes.
Time Comes Slowly As I Keep The Knife In My Hand.
Sitting In The Corner.
Tears come pouring out.
Don't cry, Your Tears Are Pathetic.
I Lock My Door.
Dark Outside.
Kills Herself'
I Breathe Slowly
My Eyes Slowly Close
I Feel This Feeling In My Stomach
My Heart No Longer Beats
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