Bitter tears of blood flow down my face
darkness wrapping me around it's sweet embrace
My end has come sooner than I thought
and I welcome death with relief and happiness
I take this cold blade and slit it across my wrist
Savoring the quick sharp pain
Letting my life slip away
No more, No more, Oh never more
Will I feel this pain again
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