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Suicide
It's so simple,
One cut across your wrist..
and you're dead.
That sharp razor,
Cutting into your flesh,
Into that vein.
Bleeding to death..
Blood dripping on the floor,
Red stained arms, you're laying to rest..
No one can hear your soft labored breath,
The blood that is running,
The eyes that are screaming..
No rescue,
Just you,
And the chill.
You..
On the floor,
Waiting.
Heavy.
Peace.
Dread.
One cut across your wrist..
and you're dead.
That sharp razor,
Cutting into your flesh,
Into that vein.
Bleeding to death..
Blood dripping on the floor,
Red stained arms, you're laying to rest..
No one can hear your soft labored breath,
The blood that is running,
The eyes that are screaming..
No rescue,
Just you,
And the chill.
You..
On the floor,
Waiting.
Heavy.
Peace.
Dread.
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