No longer

This is it
i can't take it any longer
It has not happened
i am not happier or stronger
if anything, I'm worse
i hate this stupid life
This is why i make
those red lines with my knife
I press on that blade
a little harder each time
and each time i do
that's one more line
the lines represent sadness
they remind me of my sorrow
they remind me of how much i love
the thought of no tomorrow.
This is the end
i can't do this any more
I take my favorite blade
and roll up my sleeve to the skin so raw
i place the blade across
all my other scars
i put a bit of pressure on it
then press down hard
i slide the blade across
and feel the searing pain
i watch the blood drip to the floor
just like crimson rain
i start to feel a bit dizzy
the blade drops to the floor
i finally pass out
my life of depression is no more

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