Tonight as I sit in the mist
I wonder if their was any point in this
Waisting my engery, my breathe, my life
As blood false and the pavement from my wrists in the midst of night
'Why must I always bleed so so slow?!' I scream
Thrusting the blade beeter between
The finger I hold them in
Taking no mecry and holding the blood on the edges end.
To think I had it all
I just ruined it in the soil
Now it wants left me for dead
As I soon will be....
Resting one last time in the bed....
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Kadaj Ishamu
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help please? ;-;