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Sitting silently

Alone in my room

Tears run down my face

And I close my eyes

And wish I were dead

The scarlet liquid pouring from my wrists

I whisper "Adam"

Ever so softly

"I wish I were dead"

I murmur again

I think of him

And lift the blade

I push it up to my neck

And a sob gets caught in my throat

"I'm so sorry" I scream

And then I push the blade harder

"Forgive me..." I say

And my words trail off

I push the blade harder

And feel the pain

"I still love you" I pant

Then i rip the blade slowly across my throat