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I hung myself with the ropes of reality,
Gently swaying with lowered head,

I slit my wrist with a shard of hope,
Second guessed til I no longer bled,

Asphyxiated from a broken dream,
Lungs held until they finally seized,

Jumped off a building of a broken heart,
A small stain for the world to see,

I shot myself with a large caliber of truth,
Memories sliding down the wall,

I starved myself of a loving touch,
No happy endings after all,

An slow overdose of sadness

Gently laid across the bed,
Just a life of tragic means,

That are poisoning my head....