Your suicide

You open your door, take the broken glass off the floor
you think of all your pain, and take the glass to your wrist
the warmth that you've felt many a time before is dripping down your wrist
it makes you feel alive, as you suck it from the deep slits,
you place the glass down, take a pen to paper, and wright your good-bye letter
you pick up your glass for one last time, take a deep breath and cut,
you think of your pain, as you rip you arms and legs open
you'll never see that redness or pain again.

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