As the chemicals enter the bloodstream
Heart slowing, vision blurring
You reach for that famous metal blade
Thinking of everything wrong in your life
You plunge the blade deep into your wrists
Watching the blood spill onto the floor
You think of something right in your life
That one special thind that makes you smile
You slump to the floor with the taste of blood in your mouth
Losing the ability to see the unseeable
Feel the unfeelable, touch the untouchable
Staring at something you think you see
Fade out
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