Death Becomes me

by amy   Nov 7, 2005


I've decided to take my life in pools of blood from my wrist,throat, and face I am the one you all hate you want me gone too I just need to find the right tool to carve in my veins to slash my throat to stab my face F this world I'm leaving now It's all my fault I've failed so here I am standing in a pool of my own blood My clothes all stained crimson red death is my fate.

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