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I slit my wrists
and start to die.
You kiss my lips
and start to cry.

You look the other way
and act like it's alright,
but tears run down your face
as it turns from day to night.

I always dreamt of holding you
when I fell asleep.
You were never there,
and the pain was too much to keep.

I'll say this one last time,
I hope it's not too much to bear.
The cutting can only stop
when you really start to care.

It's too late for your sudden interest.
The deed has already been done.
I'm going straight to hell now,
but thanks for all the fun.