as all these sorrows fill my life,
i hold the key that will end my life,
with the knife close to my wrist,
i sit and watch the blood drip,
watch as it falls gracefully to the ground,
it glistens so beautifully,
as it leaves my body,
so does the pain,
but what is pain,
i cant feel it anymore...
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
this is about how much i cut, i cut so much i cant feel any pain
