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in one hand

i hold onto

a pencil and paper

thats just for you



a letter to write

is my goal

sharing my heart

sharing my soul



keeping in sight

the blades of my choice

seems no one can hear

the sound of my voice



writing this letter

for you to read

letting you know

what it was i need



signing my name

my tears all a flood

with wrist that are cut

and now full of blood



my body becomes weak

my hands become numb

my mind so unclear

feeling dizzy some



with the letter on my desk

i lay on my bed

theres nothing more

to be said



alone in silence

i lay there dying

back in my mind

someone is crying



in my letter

to the world i left

all my pain

and all my sorrow

and then i left my death