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The knife in your hand gleams,
With the light from the full moon and your eyes,
Singular, alone, isolated,
No one would miss you if you went through with it.
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The pills in your hands seem to shimmer,
Or maybe it is from the tears in your eyes,
You don’t know why the tears are there, maybe relief,
Because finally, you are going to leave this world.
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The people so far below you, like tiny ants from this height,
Exhilaration, sadness, almost a feeling of regret,
But this is the end and you can’t wait,
The feeling of the wind through your hair as you jump.
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Broken beautiful promises,
With the water so deep before you,
Rocks, chains, and metaphorical bricks tied to your feet,
The water wants to pull you in, and you want it too.
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Black ribbons, black flowers, black dresses and hats,
Black make-up, black tears,
No feeling of the black parade,
Because you are gone.
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