I bleed through the pages
I sketch the lines of suicide
I draw out my plans
I’ll reveal what I hide
I color the outside of me
I print what I desire
I write in ink of bitterness
I show truth though you say I’m a liar
................... Drown in words
...............Suffocate in writing
..........Die in meaning
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