Suacide

by Elizabeth   Nov 27, 2006


Razer blades running red.
Inching closer to my death.
Laying on the bathroom floor.
Seeing mom at the door.
Running screaming for help.
Which she will not reach in time.
Drawing nearer darkness comes, to take me to my eturnal slumber.
I look up as otheres near.
With a smile thats not of fear.
My final words as i die.

"Never try suacide..."

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