It's been another bad day
And I want to wipe the pain away
So I take my blade
And start to make a parade
Of blood droplets 
Down my arm
I watch them fall
And mix 
With the salty water
Racing down my face 
From my eyes
Next thing I know
I wake up
Realizing I didn't go through with it again
I'm in my bed
Looking up at the ceiling 
Wondering how many more painful days
Will it take for me to go through with it
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- Published: July 29th, 2018 21:18
- Category: Sad
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