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Slash


Wallowing in darkness never to be free my soul is labeled "do tread on me" My only known savior shines silver in the light my insignificant friend my only way to fight I hold it high above my head by inspection, seems clean then eyes closed and tearful I bring it down real mean Small beads of red soon form and arise but i know their true power through even closed eyes Mild relief comes but it doesn's suffice so I raise it again no time to act nice The torture slowly lifting like a balloon with a leak emotional tears stop flowing becoming only physically weak I start slicing faster might as well make a game count in different languages or carve a picture of shame Invisible ache decreasing while forming scars to be but my heart wants permanency it has a quiet plea I know what it wants to forever lose sorrow and ive decided to act Ive decided to cancel tomorrow I've had a little note ready waiting patiently for this day when forever my suffering would just go away Already blod drenched it rests in my palm explaining what has happened ordering to stay calm Ready and able I continue my quest for that tunnel which white where my soul can rest After hitting a dozen I change to my right patiently waiting 'till I have no pain, feeling, or sight After another twelve my body starts to numb eyes open to drenched hands from pinky to thumbs Knowing its too late cant go back if i desired I drop my little friend and lay down tired My exhausted feeling is surely and omen I will never cry again my red saftey net woven As i sink from the world to the one with white light the only grief left in me is my gruesome sight Warmth fills my body as I drift away nothing else to be done and only one thing to say "Im sorry forgive my defeat I've grown up no more ain can I meet" "Goodbye those I love and the few who love me I know you are lost so lost you can't see" But now I can be happy joyful once more no more days wil I go to be sore I've said all I must now my existence will cease It started with a slash and ended with peace
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