I sit here on my bed
Writing letters to all that I care about
Telling everyone how much I love them
Remembering how it's all a lie
I wipe these tears from my eyes
I will not cry before I die
I know what I'm doing
And I'm not afraid
Knife, Gun, Rope.
Which will be the easiest?
Knife in the heart
So much blood
In a weird way, it calms me
That's the way I'll go
I go to the kitchen
Got the knife, left the note
I make myself look nice
Right before I go
Picking up the knife, I look upon my arms
Scars and cuts
One mor reason to bring the knife closer
Blood starting to drip down my chest
"Just a little further..."
More severe pain
And my last thought was him holding me, telling me that I'm perfect
Waking up on the floor
Knife still in hand
I stagger back, slowly getting to my feet
Just then, he runs in the door
And holds me while i cry
My almost suicide.
 
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