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butchered flesh
Contributed by
hardcoreputa
on
Thursday, 27th February 2003 @ 03:20:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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I look one last time in the mirror,
One last glance at my living horror.
I see the knife; I just sit there and stare,
It's taunting me to do it then and there.
I pick up the blade press it against my skin,
A shriek of pain, as the knife plunges in.
But its not over I must do it once more,
Across the other wrist, the blood begins 2
pour.
And the pain is so real; these cuts are so
deep,
That I find myself with a little weep.
So continues the blood flowing out of me,
Awaiting the end that seems like certainty-
And the time passes, but death doesn't come,
Just a feeling that everything is numb.
So again with the knife,
Slicing this already butchered flesh-
Anything to end my life,
Anything to bring death
Copyright ©
hardcoreputa
... [
2003-02-27 03:20:00] (Date/Time posted on
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