Suicidal

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Death helps people

Realize the pain

You were in.

Behind the smile.

Through the locked door.

Behind the lies.

"Why are you crying?"

"Just a bad dream."

"I'm okay."

"I'm fine."

"Just tired."

"Yeah, I'm happy."

"No, I would never die on you."

Until one day,

They find you on the floor

In the bathroom.

Blood in the bathtub.

Wrists slit.

Heart still.

Skin cold.

Then they realize

That you lied.

You were never fine.

They were ignorant.

You were dying.

When you whispered,

"I love you, goodbye."

In their ear.

They said

"Don't be silly.

You mean goodnight."

They heard the ping

Of your razor hitting the floor

And assumed it was your phone.

They heard the thump

Of your lifeless body hitting the floor

And assumed you dropped a book.

Only in the morning did they realize their mistake.

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