As a tear rolls down my cheek,
With one more slit to the wrist,
I'll stop tommorow i think,
I know i wont.
When did i become like this?

Whats the point in living?
When all you do is think about death.

Real pain is when you can only feel numb.
You cannot cry, no tears come

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It hurt too much to live,
So she reached for a knife,
She let out a cry, 'i'm sorry'
As she ended her life.

Noone cared enough to stop her,
So she died alone.
With a blade to the wrist,
And a knife to her throat.