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Suicide
You pick up a razor
So I do too
You put it back down
I can't refuse
My blood is now spilling
Shiny and red
It's all over the floor
And there's some on the bed
I don't care though
I won't have to clean
By the time the spot's big enough
I'll only but scream
It is only then I find out
That you were strong
I've made a mistake
I've upset my mom
I made it through the pain
Now there's but more
All the therapy and drugs
Make me want the floor
It's been two years now
Since that fateful day
Senior prom's coming up
Won't he ask me, I pray?
