There are times
You make me cry.
You make me scream
And hide inside.
I cut up wrists
And tear them to shreds.
Washing done poison
I'm almost dead.
But this time I think
I acted to late.
The bloods pouring thick
As my heart begins to race.
You see the poisons I took
Were yours all along.
And you were the reason
My blood made me drown.
When I was little
I said my prayers.
I'll say one now
As I go up heavens stairs.
Now I lay me down to sleep.
The razors blade went way to deep.
Since I will die before I wake,
I pray my soul the Lord will take.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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