A River But Red

A River but Red:
My wrists are cut,
My bruises unhealed,
The blood is pouring out,
While I'm lying in the field,
Energy drained,
Eyes filled with sorrow,
I think to myself,
I won't see tomorrow.
As the sky turns black,
Here comes the rain,
Stinging my cuts like lemon juice,
Now I feel the pain.
The blood won't stop coming,
It's like a river but red,
I'm trying to stop the fear,
That soon I'll be dead.
I close my eyes,
And count to ten,
I say to myself "life was a waste,"
Though it shouldn't have been.
I'm lying on the ground,
Sky still black,
I cry as my soul floats away,
"I want my body back!"

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