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Bloody
Here I sit
All alone, in the dark
Waiting for a call
A call from someone who cares,
But it never came.
I found a knife
And looked for a good place
A place to cut away these feelings.
When I found that special place,
I cut myself
I start to bleed
Then later I feel dizzy
Then nothing.
There I lay, in my own pool of blood, not moving
My friends and family see me
Just laying there, not moving, not breathing
All bloody, all cut
And I was no longer with them,
I died, died a bloody death.
