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My head is killing me, cuz it’s speeding,

I barely even realize that my wrists are bleeding.

Seeing the blood, slowly trickling down, along my arms,

Should mean something, should raise an alarm.

I am aware of what I did,

So away from reality, I ran and hid.

“No one knows what happened tonight,

But now, I can finally see the light.”

Sitting here, the water turning red,

I’m getting closer, and closer to being dead.

While I’m looking up, towards the light,

It changes quickly, to dark as night.

Seeing God at the pearly gates,

But being pulled towards Hell, where Satan waits.