The Invisible

Will they ever notice  
the water is cold
Will they ever care  
the blade glistens
Will I ever be missed  
the pills are dry  
Will I ever be remembered  
the thoughts are slipping
Will I ever be known  
the slippery blade splits
Will my journey be quick  
the skin begins to part
Will it all be over soon  
the water is now crimson
Will my life be enough
the cold water is warming
Will my eyes just close  
the crimson water consumes


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