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Slitting my wrists,

Such a feeling.



A thrill ignites me,

And flows right through me.



I don't wanna live,

This world makes me sick.



I wanna spill my blood,

Until every drop has dripped.



I look up to the sky,

And the tears start flowing.



I cant bear any longer,

The inner tortures I'm knowing.



I know I'm all alone,

I can't seem to stand it at all.



Only I know my future fate,

The writings on the wall.



I hold my breath and cut,

Gently but firmly down my arm.



I really don't believe that I am doing this,

I feel the coldness entering and say goodbye to the warm.