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Pouring out of the body

Blood leaves your confines

You hand falls limp to the side

Suddenly, you think,

Why do I wanna die?

Is this how it’s going to be?

Is this how it will end?

Will I never see a new day begin again?

It doesn’t help that no ones there

They’re all gone

Would they even care?

You wonder if dying is easy

And should you try another way

You don't see the light at the end of the tunnel

And think that you are here to stay

Suddenly you get scared

What about your friends

Don't they care?

They don't know

About your rendezvous with the knife

Now you want to keep your life

You get up

And drop the knife

You’ve won this round

And kept your life.