the blade
i see it
it calls me to it
when i hold it
my world seems
to become darker
i put it to my
wrist while i cry
i lay there blood
dripping down my arm
i just sat there
and put my bleeding
wrist to my mouth
the blood ran down
my throat awaking
all my taste buds
when i pulled my wrist
away from my mouth
i fall and hit the
cold hard ground
i awake in
my my room
i look down at my wrist
and there was nothing there
not even a scar.
it was just a dream!!
4 times i see the blade
4 times it cuts my wrists
4 times i hear the sound of dripping blood
4 times i want nothing more than to die
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