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Suicide
I don't know why I did it,
I was just fooling around.
I never know life was s precious,
until I hit the ground.
I was mad,
I remember I got a knife,
I slit my wrists
which took my life
The blood kept flowing,
it wouldn't stop,
my hair and clothes were like a mop.
It was the worst kind of feeling,
when I made myself die,
all I could do
was lie there,
I couldn't even cry.
I tried it before,
although not the same way.
I had an overdose,
at least that's what they say.
I told no one,
I kept it all inside,
when I was confronted
I sat there and lied.
I never should have done it as you can tell
because I committed suicide,
I shall burn in hell.
