The Final Cut

Scars on my wrist shoes how I've cut, I hate my life I wanna give up

There's no stopping me now I'm tired of the pain, i can't just sit around waiting for things to change.

No one will miss me that i know, they don't care now so why should they if i go.

They say you don't realize what you have until it's one day gone, so if i kill myself now they'll realize they were wrong.

They look at me and see the fake smile i put on, not knowing when they leave that fake smile is gone.

So as i press this blade against my wrist, the blood flows out and the pain i cant resist.

I stand there as the blood hits the floor, although it hurts i still crave for more.

The blade hits my flesh deeper and deeper it goes, these wounds are self inflicted and yet nobody knows.

This depression is here and don't want to leave, but i can end this depression now and no longer will i grieve.

So here and now i end this life, with the last and final cut of this knife.

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