The slit of my wrist
the clench of my fist
the hospital bed
when you said
I love you
you start to cry
and say don't die
as i try to find the time
to say I'm fine
i wish for you to be my wife
but you take my knife
to cut loose
the noose
that bound me to this tree
but insanity
has no morality
as i plead
to let me be,
please just let me be.
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