The minutes are passing and I am bleeding on the floor.
I hope I die before someone find me and take me to hospital.
I take one last glance around my house and everything goes black.
People will forget me. I didn't mean much to them. I think they never liked me anyway.
Realising this is true at first makes you happy and then numb but I won't feel it for a long time.
I am not afraid anymore. I am almost dead. I don't care anymore and some minutes from now I won't feel a thing.
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Dark Poetry
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