I tried
I couldn’t help myself
I tried so hard
but I just felt worse
the loud tears
turned into silent screams
the silent screams
then
turned into the color red
it was everywhere
it was on my hands
it was on my arms
it was on my legs
it was all over my body
it was all over my knife
which I have decided would take my life
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