Holding a knife innocently,
What if I just slit my wrist?
The thought of a crimson wave rushing out of me,
Engulfing me in the red liquid.
Trying to distract myself,
Why won't the thought go away?
Overwhelmed by the thoughts and people,
I make my way to the restroom.
My lip starts to quiver,
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I can't breathe,
I sit on the floor and cry.
Something draws me to open the cabinet,
What's inside?
Paper towels,
Cleaning supplies.
Another thought comes to mind,
What if I just chug the cleaning supplies?
I want to die,
I need to die.
I text my bf tell him the plan,
Why did I do that?
I could've just done it,
I should've just done it.
He texted a few friends,
Why do I always have to get in peoples way?
They hug me,
They keep an eye on me.
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