Suicide*3

by Abby   Jul 28, 2004


Sitting in my bathtub, full of blood....woundering when ill die? i cut again...woundering....will this last one be my end? my arms, mostly my wrists, are cut up deep in to my flesh....i start to get dizzy..i wounder..is this where ill die? i start to get scared and ask my self, y did i do it? my mind...it goes completly blank...i cant think that much...i can bearly hear my voice in my head or even hear my self breath...now im starting to get really scared...the last drop of blood comes out....my breath gets shorter...im starting to get scareder...finaly....i have taken my last breath...cuz now im dead.....

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