You had urges to cut.
Death, like a storm cloud, trying to hide but end up not succeeding.
You wonder why, but end up bleeding.
They say curiosity killed the cat;
unfortunately satisfaction didn't bring him back.
You don't want to die anytime soon.
Yet, death is inevitable, you hope not for awhile at least.
Some people cheat it.
Some people hide.
Some people hold it inside their pride.
You don't want to die, not anytime soon,
but the cloud is booming, with thunder so strong.
After realizing these feelings are wrong,
you look up, down, to your sides and below.
Grounding yourself to the precious sand between your toes.
Thanking God for all he has given has become a last resort.
Hoping, praying things will not ever again be this low.
Life has beauty yet it is hard to see it;
embrace the inevitable, do not try to escape.
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