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A knife to your veins,
Blood running over your pale skin,
Life draining along with the blood,
Closer,
Closer to it,
Closer to death,
Passed out,
But damn,
Not quite dead.
...
You swallow the pills all at once,
Waiting,
Weaker,
Weaker,
Closer to death,
Sick,
But f**k, not dead yet.
...
Closer to the edge,
Closer,
Closer,
Jump,
Fall,
Sickening crack,
You're injured but STILL NOT DEAD.
...
A gun against your head,
This time you've got it,
There's no way you'll survive this one,
A shaking hand,
You bring your finger closer to the trigger,
Closer,
Closer,
...Closer,
...Closer....
...
Maybe if you haven't died by now,
Keep living for one more day.
Or maybe two.
Maybe a year.
Maybe a few.
Hell, wait untill it's time. |
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