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I sit here holding razor blades,

Thinking about ending it all and dying-

Because I have no worth to life

And that it all should end;

Staring at your picture thinking of

Those special moments we had together,

Thinking about the love that never was-

Of course I knew we weren't meant to be.

I slowly decide to put one of the blades away,

Only one remaining as the victor to my wrath.

I swiftly move the blade across my wrist,

Cutting deeper with every slit I make

And with it burns the feeling of betrayal from you.

I'm bleeding, but it is my destiny;

I'm dying, but it is the truth;

I'm helping the rip you've tone to me

Quickly come undone so that I will be dead.

Quickly,

Tumbling,

Tossing,

Turning,

Cutting,

Betrayal,

Bleeding,

Dying,

I am dead.