You talk about me like I can't hear you... And I'm in the next room. Your act like a kid and talk behind my back... But your an adult. I pull the sharp shimmering metal piece from my back pocket-- And glide it across my wrist. I watch the velvet blood pour out... Hoping this will be over soon.... I need this nothing will change that. I lie down and close my eyes.... This is the last time they'll ever open.
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