This is it
As I take the razor to my arm
I feel the blood drip down
As a stream trickling through the forest
I'm surrounded by silence
yet all I hear is screaming
I'm surrounded by the dark
Yet all I see is light
As the blood continues to flow
Like rivers out of my heart
Down my arms and legs
To the ocean of blood around me
I find tears, like rain
Pouring from my eyes
In the ocean
Created by the rivers
Of my own blood
My clothes absorbing the blood
The way the earth absorbs the rain
Suddenly I realize
The cut's were too deap
Like canyons in the earth
I start to scream and cry
While choking on my tears
I gasp my last breath
And drift away to darkness
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