The Final Day

I saw the knife and knew what to do
As i picked it up i thought of you
and all the pain you put me through
The words you said were never true

The point of the blade pierced my wrist
with gritted teath i clenched my fist
My crimson blood ran down my hand
My legs got weak, i could hardly stand

My sight began to fade away
I knew this was my final day
With one last breathe i fell to the floor
Knowing tears would fall from my eyes no more

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