Jasmine Oliver Poems

Twinkle twinkle little knife
Here's my wrist, take a slice.
I don't want to live much more
I can't take pain anymore.
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The first cut is the deepest
The second cut hurts more
The third cut leaves me crying
and sprawled across the floor.
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There was one day I had a knife,
I'll slice my wrists and flow.
I'm bleeding more each time I slice,
This blood will surely go.
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1,2,3,4
Just a few, cut some more.
5,6,7,8
Need a razor? Try a straight.
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