The heart that's broke
The weed that's smoked
A terrible night
That ends with a fight
You tie a rope
And have no hope
You take a risk
And slit your wrist
The cut you dug
Is your new drug
A new addiction
They tell you it's conviction
When you arrive you want to die
Your only choice
Turn off your voice
You come to an end
And can't pretend
You're full of hate
And can't think straight
You grab a blade
And slash away
High in the sky
You wave goodbye
YOU ARE READING
Good-Bye
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