End it now,
just make it stop!
Days blend together,
faces blur,
the knife egarly waits at home.
All the pain, all the guilt,
I can't bear it any longer.
One last cut,
following the vien.
A red dropp traces a path
down my chest and side,
until it reaches the floor.
I ended it,
I made it stop.
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