i sit in the corner
depressed dyeing
dispare despite
death disaster
those words can
all be used
to describe me
and how i feel
in my corner
i have a knife
what am i doing
you may ask
i am letting go
losing the pain
you think it hurts
but it doesent
the blood dripping
off my wrists
it doesn't hurt
life hurts
you think blood
means pain
but you are
so wrong
for me blood
and pain
and tears
is happiness
my hands shake
as i run the blade
across my wrist
i push out the blood
my eyes feel wet
i feel a single tear
it is also alone
just like me
i feel it
dropp to
the floor
and die
oh how i wish
i could drop
to the floor
with it
my vision is blurred
i fall to the ground
a puddle of blood
around me
with my last breath
i tell you i am sorry
i lived for you
then i died for you
that wasn't enough
you wanted more
you wanted him
you don; t know him
he is close to you
as he is close
to many others
he will hurt you
i tried to tell you
but you didn't listen
the result is
i am dead
i wish you all
good lives
be happy
i am gone
that is what you wanted
you needed me to die
so there you go i am gone
now i bid you good bye
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