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I sit in my room lonely without love and i cry.
Tired of this life and this pain i just wanna die.
So i go into the kitchen and grab a knife.
I\'m crazy i wont find love and i will just have a miserable life.
I lift the knife up to my wrist.
For the first time i wanna feel the knives sweet kiss.
I think to myself this is worthless what will it prove.
I put the knife down and say this is not what i wanna do.
I will show that i am weak,a coward and people will call me crazy.
But what you expect i just lost my baby.
The more i think,my urge to cut gets stronger.
I am going crazy i cant take this no longer.
I grab the knife and i put it to my wrist again.
I ask myself well do you really want this to end.
No i dont so i put the knife down and start crying all over again.

I dont cut!!(no offense to anyone that does)This is my 1st and last time ever feeling that way.