I hold the knife in my hand
The blade is sharp, cuts through my skin
Blood runs down my arm
Warm liquid, like a water stream
I lay down, I close my eyes
As I slowly fade away
I smile cause I know there is hope
I'm happy cause I know my family
will never see me again
They can no longer hurt me
I will no longer feel pain
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