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Suicidal thoughts comes and goes.
Objects lay all around,
Helping these thoughts become reality.
Either in broad daylight,
Or the shadows of the night.
The thoughts and feelings
Crawls back inside.
Fed up the action will happen.
I take the blade and slide it across my wrist.
Feeling the blades ridged edges
Ripping through my skin.
Smiling as the thick warm blood
Flows down down my finger tips.
Making a puddle of blood,
In my wake.