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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Death · #1303872
Hopefully nobody has to get this desperate.
I sleep all day long,
I wake up to eat:
By the time I'm done,
I'm totally beat.

I have no more friends,
They ditched me long ago.
There's nothing I can do
But let it flow.

They call me an outcast.
I guess they are right.
I have nothing to live for;
Death is no fright.

I find a razor blade
And put it to my wrist.
It slides right across,
It feels like pure bliss.

I can hear sirens blaring;
All the neighbors are talking.
As I lay there quietly
Lots of people are flocking.

Now I'm in a hospital bed
With nothing to do but sit.
If my parents knew why I did this,
They would have a fit.

They bandage me up
And send me home.
My family avoids me;
I lay here alone.

As soon as I'm better,
I find another blade.
I reopen the cut:
This game's done being played.

This time I don't make it.
The event has been done.
I mock life itself...
I have won.
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