Suicide thoughts still float aroung in my head,
Every day matthew's with her,
My suicide thoughts grow
Some days its all i think about,
About how easy it would be
To let my razor cut my arm deeper than normal,
Then the blood would flow, And he would no
How it feels to go on without the flow of my love
The only flow he would get would be the blood from my wrst
My soul finally fled,
As i lay lifless on my bed
As the thoughts of suicide still float around in my head
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