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The sharp metal blade inches it's way under my skin
I'm relieved when it's all the way in

I feel a tigle go down my back
It takes away the emotion I lack

When the blood starts to pore
I want it even more

It flows like a Crimson tide
Trying not to hide

I scarlett river drizzles down my arm
I look down at my self-inflicted harm

Right on the vein today
All I can do is hope and pray

My world is unmasked
This was all I asked

As I wait and bleed
I reolize what I need

I'm lying on the floor
I look towards the door

Half Way to unconsiousness
I see the red pool of gliss

Will I die?
Will anyone cry?

These questions haunt me
Wherever I may be......

This is the story I tell
As I sit and rot in HELL!!

I wrote this a while ago. I know it's not that good, but it made me feel better and I'm alive. Please don't laugh.