SLOWLY GOING TO DIE

by bethan   Sep 16, 2005


Im laying on the floor with a knife next to me. I pick it up and star

I think of all the good times I have had in my life of 13 years.

I slowly cut my wrists as the blood slowly dries into the carpet

I drop the knife after 10 cuts and star at the blood wondering what I have done

Iâ??m getting cold and a little dizzy. Is this the end of me?

The room is spinning im getting colder is this the end of me?

I feel tired I just wanna sleep and never wake up is this the end of me?

I then everything slowly goes black. Is this then end of me?â?¦.. YES IT IS MY DREAMS HAVE FINALY COME TRUEâ?¦ IM IN HEAVEN

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