as i search and cry
looking for the slick
silver blade
tears falling from my eyes
leaving sparkling streams down my cheeks
i find the shining blade
and slash it against my wrist
black blood pours down my arm
as i scream at the top of my lungs
(why do i do this u may ask? ? because of people, people who will kick the living hell out of you or make fun of you coz of the way you dress or the things u like and that is y i slit my wrist everyday)
'FC*K ALL OF YOU BITchE*S'
i slide the smooth blade
against my arm again
my life going blank
my vision going black
my life finnaly over
blood gushing, heart stoping
good bye cruel and devastating world.
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