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I think about how you've treated me

And this is definitely something you have to see.

I wake you from your sleep,

And let you know that my slits run deep.

You turn to me and ask why,

But if you looked into my eyes

You would see how much I want to die.



Ever since day one,

You've taken my life and drained out all the fun.

You've pushed me into a deep depression

And here I am putting my death into further progression.



Not knowing what to do,

Because to you, this is all new-

You grab the phone

But its already too late

I've already cut into the bone.



I fall to the floor,

And next thing you know, the ambulance is at your door.

They take me away

Try to save me-so I can stay

But they didn't realize, I've already started to decay.