Three

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Tyler's POV

Depression
Sends you
Deep
Into
An inescapable
Spiral

Constant problems
Having to render
Three tries
File corrupt
Three cries
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!"
"Fuck!"
Slamming my MacBook shut

Faucet off
Glass full
Till it shattered
Upon the floor

Keys in my hand
Door slammed
Outside
Fresh air

Running
Walking
Far away
Tears dripping
Down my face
Such an urge
To escape

Through a gate
Into the park
Falling down
Head in my arms
Beneath a tree
A willow tree
A weeping tree
A willow tree

The world on my shoulders
Constant weight
The world truly does hate me
So I decided to escape

Hand in my pocket
Sleeve pushed up
Blade in my hand
Heavy heart

Three lines
One
Three cuts
Two
Three seconds I could feel
Three
Three seconds until
I passed out

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