I'm very depressed; very sad,
A knife in my hand I surly have,
I look at my wrist, then the knife,
Then thought what will people think of my crime,
I wonder if they will cry,
And if they'd wonder why I wanted to die,
I ponder on why I would do this,
I look at my knife, then wrist, threw the knife down and said screw this.
 
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