Last Thoughts
I look in the mirror
What do I see?
A shattered soul
Simply, Me
Alone in the world
I try not to cry
Sometimes I think
Should I just...die?
Nothing but sorrow
Engulfing my being
Life isn't worth
The anguish and stinging
Scars on my wrists
Bloodstained clothes
Extremely careful
So no one knows
Tears fill my eyes
Then blanket my cheeks
A long time coming
Maybe a few weeks
I stand on a chair
Tighten the rope
High off the ground
And Around my throat
I think of the things
That I will miss
My first boyfriend
Our first kiss
Thinking these thoughts
I don't want to run
I step off the chair......
The deed is done
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