Commeting Suicide

I believe it's time to make a change
It's time to pass away
So I am using the chance
I am killing myself today

I have the blade in my hand
And I am filling the tub
I hang my clothes on the stand
Then I am lying in the hub

I hear the water drops falling
And I feel the hot water on my skin
The voice of conscience is calling
As if I am making a sin

I am taking the white towel
Covering my face
I intone my last poem
Singing my case

Suddenly I cut my wrist
Knowing that I did the best
Now it's over...it's the END
And i am dead.

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