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Slit my wrists,
Never give up hope keep pumping your fists,
When your going through pain there’s a sudden rush you get,
Your past life you want to for get,
Once you start you can’t stop,
Next pills you want to pop,
Blood’s everywhere,
Your friend walks in and all he can do is stare,
You mumble I don’t want to live no more,
Then you push him away and shut the door,
He screams let me in,
You scream, you can’t win,
By the time he gets in your dead,
Tears and fear, he begins to dread!
i like this poem he screams help on the inside but really doesnt care when help comes its too late