I slam my door and grab a knife
I slit my wrist to end my life
I cut again, down the vain
I hate my life, so i forget the pain
The blood drips down, staining the floor
I rub my eyes until there sore
Grab the knife and slice open my throat
I hope they throw me in a moat
Today I die, but dont feel sorrow
For the night will bring a better tommorow
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