The first time I picked a knife
To cut my wrist vein,
I felt a chill of horror through my body
And hands started shivering,
But now as I am becoming an
Expert and more concentrated,
The tip of the knife does not
Give me pain,
But a soothing feeling
That the blood oozing out from my arm,
Is not blood but is actually the venom
And now my face has become white as dead,
But I was dead a long ago
The world blacks out,
That was the only way to free my soul
And escape.

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