The Razor

In the bathroom
on the floor
blood everywhere
glinting steel

Can't take it anymore
I want to die
please end my suffering
the razor feels good
touching my skin
piercing the my veins.

So good
releasing the anger
the emotion
and soon
so soon
I'll be dead....
Something I've always wanted.

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