a rusty razor
on my bed
millions of memories
flash through my head
I take a deep breath
and count to ten
I fold up the letter
and put down the pen
I grab my razor
and start to cry
I know im about to die
I take my last breath
and try to be calm
I look down to see the razor
in my palm
I count to three
and dig it in
I just committed
the deadliest sin
I carve the words
''Now im free"
And watch the blood pour out of me
my vision begins to fade
I now know what I have done
and just like that
Im gone
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Poems and thoughts (completed)
PoetryI did not write all of these, but some I did. This was my 2013 depressive stage, but don't worry, I'm living a good life now. Never lose hope. Needless to say these poems are very depressing and do have triggers in them, so read with caution. Mess...