One Day Poem by Jasmine Oliver

One Day



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.
With a deep slice here, and another one there, too much blood,
I can't stop, I will surely drop dead.
I don't want to end my life,
But only now I know.

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