No Fight

Slashed and stabbed
Through the heart.
Broken down, And apart.
Cant resuscitate; Make her breathe.
Eyes closed; Pulse weak.
Fastly fading; Skin turning white.
No more smile; Life not bright.
Doesn't fight
To save her life.
What's the point?
It's her knife.

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Key Words : heart, pulse, fight, life, knife

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This quick rhyme/ poem was written probably when I was in my mid teens on a whim one night. I have never thought about suicide but many have and have done so. Always seek help when those thoughts arise