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My wrists itched for the cool metal

that begged for its canvas

using colors of red

to depict nothing but sadness

The overwhelming tidal wave

that drowned me with tears

flashing memories before me

moments throughout the years

The first cut unfelt

numbness overflowing

Did that just happen?

This pain is not growing

How can you live

When you're mearly surviving?

Behind cheerful masks

I'm slowly dying

We all die one day

Whether early or late

But my thoughts are too dark

and all filled with hate

The twisted voice screams

please just one more

Then two turns to twenty

A voice I cannot ignore

Hours tick by

wasting my life

I'm not feeling better

It cannot be the knife

Something more extreme

to release me of sin

So many options

I might just give in

The tears are all gone

finally on dry land

What's the point of crying?

All I want is for this to end

Being unsure

is a worse fate

Than knowing what you want

and setting a date

Filled with certainty

I write my last words

on a clean sheet

forever preserved

I know that you tried your best

and I feel I've let you down

but in the end all that's left

is me buried in the ground.