I stay up;
Late at night;
Crying, while thinking,
How this world would be better,
Better without me.
At 3 am I'm lying in tears.
Tears in my eyes,
Blade in my hand,
A flow of a red stream.
That red stream flows down;
Down my wrist.
Then i think whats one more?
One cant hurt, can it?
A flow or red stream drips down my wrist.
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Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 5:43 PM UTC
I stay up;
Late at night;
Crying, while thinking,
How this world would be better,
Better without me.
At 3 am I'm lying in tears.
Tears in my eyes,
Blade in my hand,
A flow of a red stream.
That red stream flows down;
Down my wrist.
Then i think whats one more?
One cant hurt, can it?
A flow or red stream drips down my wrist.
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