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Sad Make your choice
make it fast
live or die
with the flick of a wrist
Make it quick make it slow
Just make it quick make the blood flow
A flashing blade
across a wrist
a flash of pain
then nothingness
Let it end tonight
Let all the pain go
Just close your eyes
flick the blade
and let it all go
Once again you wowed me with a very real, and very relateable poem. Beautifully written, yet again. And it seems to be speaking right to and about me. Great poem.
~angel