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I cut my wrist with the razor blade,

Knowing no one will care-

Wanting so badly to bleed to death

And die in the flames of Satan;

No one will care-they've betrayed me;

No one will notice-they could care less;

No one will listen-I am suicidal.

I continue cutting until I've finally decided

To take it up to the next level-knives.

I cut with all my heart's desire,

Knowing it's already too late to be saved-

I'm lost in my own wrath of suicide.

No one will save me-they've betrayed me;

No one will notice my death-they don't care;

No one will rescue me-I am suicidal.

Lost in this wrath of suicide I cut,

Making the cuts more deeeper with every

Streak of the knife's blade-

No one will notice I'm gone,

They don't give about me;

They know I'm suicidal;

They don't want to save me;

They ignore my wants and wishes of dying;

They simply don't care.

Cutting,

Bleeding,

Screaming,

Tourniquet,

I commited suicide.