Crying, on the cold floor covered with sweet blood
A laying bloody blade in one pale hand.
As I watch the raging incoming of a red flood
The feeling warm is surrounding that I planned
The slashes in my wrists looks so beautiful
Trickling down my arm to the ground
in one colour, I can’t believe how wonderful
it is, I can’t even hear my beating sound.
As I am fading away from this flickering nightmare
The smile on my face, slowly grows paint-less and cold.
Quietly oozing out, going for away from here.
Do you understand this deadly statement written in bold?
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Author:
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