When I slit my wrist
I felt nothing
Everything went away
It was just the knife and I
It began to seep closers into my skin
I felt it’s poison flow through my body
I felt it become apart of me
Tell me what this means
Am I crazy?
Am I stupid?
What do I do?
The knife is on top of the waterfall of darkness
I see my life slip away
Falling farther away from me
Never seeping closer
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