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Time slowly passes by,

My throat so dry,

When will this end,

It all depends,

What happens next.



I shiver slightly in the cold,

I wouldn't want to be so old,

Can't decide,

Could I have tried,

Much harder.



Slowly up my arm,

In a few seconds I may harm,

Looking silently at the ground,

Maybe I may turn around.

Not now, to late,

I’m stuck where I am and I’ll never get out.

I might as well give in…



Fingertips on skin,

Sharpened edges,

Moonlight shimmer,

Lost in the darkness,

This blade must deliver.



I watch as I then start to slice,

The red glow within,

My thoughts were nice,

I was then calm and let it flow,

Until evil thoughts would not let go.



I closed my eyes and bit my lip,

As then my flesh began to rip,

The pain was nothing,

As I would be soon,

Memories of life were gone at last,

I lay to rest my time has passed.