Soon the day will come

I cut my wrists,
To relieve my pain,
I make myself bleed,
I cut right across the vein.

But soon the day will come,
When I really end my life,
There are many ways to do it,
There are more ways then the knife.

There is the rope or the gun,
Or maybe a pill,
I don't care what I do,
As long as it will kill.

Soon that day will come,
So don't be surprised when I die,
Because every smile ever upon my face,
Was really just a lie.

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