Knife

by abby   Jul 6, 2005


Shining, gleaming, silver knife
the cold blade slides over my wrists,
around my neck and over my heart
this is the end of all life for me
this is my note of suicide:

dear family,
i am very sorry to leave you this way i know it is hard but i must do this
goodbye

then only red stains

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