The end

I sit here dreaming of the end
Thinking you were my friend
Wondering if you would care
If suddenly I wasn't there
Cut deeper and deeper
just getting braver
all the while
it was just a trial
to know if you would see
or hear my silent plea
Now I know where I stand
On my feet I couldn't land
not anymore
its so much worse than before
Now I cant stop
With every crimson drop
I feel I'm in control
Which was a lie I know
The more I cut the more
I didn't feel until I hit the floor
Bleeding from the deep cuts
Dying slowly and painfully
I felt footsteps but couldn't reach the door
As I lay there dying on the floor
I heard a knock but
couldn't reach cause of the cuts
Things were growing darker
My eyes were clouding over
Everything went black
My head hit the floor with a smack
but not before
someone busted in the door
I'll never know
Who found me there
Who busted in the door
And found me in the floor.

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