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i slit my wrist,



i watch the blood flow,



i drops down to the floor,



it creeps twoards the door,



trying to escape,



it flowing endlessly,



down my hand to the floor,



will i die soon,



or will i be ignored,



like so many times befor,



silent screams fill the air,



none thinks of comeing here,



because of the silent screams,



that are in the air,



the room is quite now,



the air is cold,



my blood is still flowing,



im here all alone,



i hear them screaming,



the voices r in my head,



im going to snap,



when ill i be dead,



my blood is still flowig,



so y rnt i dead,



now i remember,



u cant kill,



whats already dead?