One Last Time

I’ve gotten so,
I cannot write,
I’ve even considered,
Giving up this fight.

My rhyming is crap,
My verses are worse,
My head just keep spinning,
Feels like my life is in reverse.

My life just keeps twirlling,
It’s out of control,
And no one seems to notice,
That I’m no longer whole.

I could take the knife,
And slice my wrist,
And no one would notice,
That I no longer exist.

They are all to wrapped up,
In their little fights,
That they don’t see me,
Reading my last rights.

I pick up the knife,
And drag it down my arm,
The blade kisses the skin,
But leaves behind my self harm.

A scar that will never,
Completely heal shut,
With each kiss of the knife,
Another deeper cut.

My blood starts to drip,
As I fall to the floor,
And I take my last breath,
Not asking for more.
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