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I take the blade,



Its sharpness well known,



And touch it to my wrist,



Apply pressure, pull down,



Nothing,



Nothing but a red mark,



Seven minutes left,



Seven minutes to die,



Why is this so hard?



I know that this will make things better,



So why doesnt it feel that way?



What is holding me back?



Why cant I do it?



Why cant I bleed?



Seven minutes left,



Seven minutes to die,



My shaking hand,



My broken soul,



Nothing is changing,



No sign of anything getting better,



But that will happen when I am gone,



When everyone will see it but me,



Seven minutes left,



Seven minutes to die,



The darkness all around me,



Surrounding my life,



Dragging whoever comes into it down,



The light tries to get in,



But the darkness dulls it out,



I can no longer see any light because the darkness is so thick,



Seven minutes left,



Seven minutes to die,



Why doesnt this feel right?



But it doesnt feel wrong either,



Its right in between,



Sort of neutral,



It hurts but it doesnt,



Both at the same time,



Seven minutes left,



Seven minutes to die,



Its all going to be over soon,



Just a few more cuts,



Blood drips freely from the open vein,



Its taking too long,



I want this to be over now,



Why is blood so slow?



Seven minutes left,



Seven minutes to die,



I wish this blade was sharper,



I wish my skin was thinner,



I wish somebody was here to stop me,



I wish somebody cared,



But none of my wishes will ever come true,



Because I am supposed to die this way,



Seven minutes left,



Seven minutes to die,



Times goes by so slowly,



The seven minutes feel like eternity,



The last one I will ever feel,



Somehow,



I am happy,



In this huge abyss of sadness,



Seven minutes left,



Seven minutes to die,



No one here to stop me,



Just because no one cares,



But you know what?



I dont care either,



Ive only wasted what Ive had of my life,



But none of that matters anymore,



Seven minutes left,



Seven minutes to die,



Nothing matters,



And nothing ever did,



Not the pain,



Not the hate,



Nothing,



Not one single thing,



Seven minutes left,



Seven minutes to die,



No sound will escape my lips,



And now Im fighting back tears,



The blood keeps flowing,



But unfortunately my heart keeps beating,



Soon it will slow,



And eventually it will stop,



Seven minutes left,



Seven minutes to die,



The anger of my friends is another thing that drags me down,



I'm Sorry!



Okay!



I was stupid okay?!?!



Isnt that what you wanted to hear?!?!



Fine! I said it!



Seven minutes left,



Seven minutes left to die,



Each second feels like a lifetime,



Each minutes a millennium,



Time stops,



And everything just stands still,



Everything,



Except me and my blade,



Seven minutes left,



Seven minutes to die,



Why is everything narrowed down to this last seven minutes?



Seven minutes to long,



Seven minutes to short,



Seven lifetimes wasted,



Seven graves to be filled,



And seven new lives to begin,



Seven minutes left,



Seven minutes to die,



I wish I had more time,



But I know if I did,



I would only have wasted it,



So, It all comes down to this,



My last seven minutes,



I only have seven minutes left,



I only have seven minutes to die...

~~The Wedding Vows Of Suicidal Teens~~

She pulled on her white gloves,

Well knowing that they would soon be stained red,

But she didnt care,

Her picked up her flowers,

Blood dripping from his fingertips,

They met at the end of the aisle,

And walked it together in peace,

Their hands clutched in one anothers,

Both sticky with half dried blood that had soaked through their clothes,

Both so in love with each other,

Hating everything but each other,

Listening to the ceremony,

Till death do they part,

They both say I do,

Its all over now,

They hope to meet again in a better place,

Walking into the back room.

Blood still dripping from their freshly slit wrists,

They both pull out pistols and put it to the others head,

Through death we will departI will always love you

He said to her,

As I will love you she answers back,

They count to 3 and pull the triggers,

They hit the floor at the same time,

Hands still clasped in each others,

Slowly,

The hands fall away from each other,

But the two hearts are still together,

They descend to a better place,

And their bodies lay there and rot...

'Empty eyes,

Empty face,

In her final resting place,

The living corpse,

With no place to call home,

She knows that she will forever be alone,

She is dead as the day she was born,

But her heart is now tattered and torn,

Dead as she was found on the bathroom floor,

The lonely little goth girl,

Will be lonely no more...'