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I grab the knife

I am scared of what I am about to do  

But I hold it steady

Letting the blade brake though my skin

The pain is deep within

As the blood drains out

There is no way this is a cry for help

As my blood drips on the floor

I hear a knock  at the door

But u slowly walk away

I clean up the blood

I run to tub

To try to clean my arm

Form my self inflicted harm

But there is not doubt in my mind

That I will do this again tomorrow

I just want to run away

I would if I could

Wait….. I can

I just won't only  put the knife through my hand

I sit in the tub

Waiting for it fill up with some water

My knife in my hand

Nobody can stop me from doing what I can

I take the knife slitting my wrist the right way

I was doing it wrong all along

My blood is draining

I watch the water turn red

I close my eyes

This how I choose to die