When It's Over

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If you come in and saw the empty pill bottle

Saw me laying in bed

Pills spilled, but peacefully sleeping


If you came in and saw the bloody blade

Saw me bleeding rivers

Peacefully sleeping, but clutching a bloody knife


If you came in and saw me hanging

Noose around my neck, hanging from the ceiling

Snapped neck, but finally at peace


Would you close the door back,

Trying to unsee the damage?


Would you cry

Grieving what you thought you loved?


Please don't

You didn't love me before

Don't love me after



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