The voices keep talking,
telling me to do it,
to finish the final chapter,
by scratching a line through it.
To end the pain and suffering,
and all the teasing as well,
by taking the voices advice,
and sending yourself to hell.
You feel the cold steel,
as you hold the knife,
and with one swift movement,
you take your own life.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 5:23 AM UTC
The voices keep talking,
telling me to do it,
to finish the final chapter,
by scratching a line through it.
To end the pain and suffering,
and all the teasing as well,
by taking the voices advice,
and sending yourself to hell.
You feel the cold steel,
as you hold the knife,
and with one swift movement,
you take your own life.
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