Relief

Here I lay,
All alone.
I have my blade,
I let it roam.

Over my wrist,
Through my veins.
My blood is gushing,
I feel no pain.

"Thats much better"
As my blood pools.
I'm dizzy now,
I put away the crimson tools.

For a little while I'm ok.
I had to, you see?
And now I'm fading fast,
As blackness devours me.

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