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Too late
It's funny how the people that matter most to you, are the ones that treat you like bullshit. They don't care. None of them do. They want you dead. They want you bleeding. Crying. Begging; begging for love, mercy, exceptance, everything that they have the ability to give you and yet never will. The begging will continue on forever. The torture...longer. So, what am I doing? Who am I waiting on. Who am I even waiting for? Nobody wants me, nobody loves me. Why don't I just grab that razor blade and reach the vein? Losing my grip on reality. C'mon, I know I wanna do it... Urge myself a little more... Nobody loves me... Hurry up now, child, they're coming... Go! Yes, grab the razor. Sit down. Small cuts, swift movements. Good, now bigger, deeper... Mmmm, watch that blood flow out. Keep going, child... Drip, drop, drip, drop... Patter on the floor. Collecting puddles. Pools of blood mixed with tears... Yes, my child... Now, for the big one. Are you ready? Can you do it? What else do you have to live for? Come on now, child. Quit thinking of all of them and do it. Get it over with before you change your mind. That's it. Good. Deeeep... Yes, great. Feeling nausea? Feeling dizzy? Faint? Frail? Broken? Useless? Worthless? Hopeless? Good. You're supposed to. Here we go, no turning back now. We are almost there. You have dropped your razor in the puddle. Mom, Dad, Sisters, brother, Grandma, Grandpa, Best friend, Aunt, Uncle, Cousins, Boyfriend...Wait! Let me turn back! I need to live and be with them forever! Too late, my child. Say goodbye. And welcome... To the gates of hell...
