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by Lithium Jan 23, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Tonight will be the first, The first time I use a knife, To slit my wrists, And help ease my life, Everyone will be safely tucked in, As I go to the draw, Pull out a sliver blade, My wrists shall soon be torn, Never in my wildest dreams, Did I think it would come to this, Sneaking around at night, Just for some relief, I just hope I don't go to deep, And end it all, Because that’s not what I want, To suddenly fall.© Samantha Jayne Reed Wrote on October 27th, 2004