When is it Time to let go?

As the night grows old I begin to unfold
My past is soon let out
I feel dark and cold
Yet I’m not very old
I feel empty and weak
As I sit on this lonely peak
With my bright red wrist
And forearm too…
I scream out in pain
As I grab the blade
It goes deeper and deeper
Till I can feel the blood flow
My past runs away from me
With my lost soul
When will I know to let go?

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