Wishing For Death

As i sit here staring at the blood dripping from my wrist, i wish for nothing more than death.

i think about the life i live and how soon it could all end.

i hold the knife so very tight, shaking as i cut just one last cut, just once more to make it feel better again.

the last cut has been the best yet, as from that, the knife, my friend, it is now the end...

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