Life

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I cry as I slit my wrists
I watch as my blood
Travels down my hand
Slowly dripping into the sink
I know I am dying
I feel my life slipping away
I slump against the cabinet
My eyes slowly drooping
I can't move my arms
I take my last breath
And slowly whisper
Goodbye  

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Poem originally published 1/8/2008 on dA

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