Sitting on the cold floor
Sharp blade in hand
Staring at my broken wrists
Too weak to stand
Where did it all go wrong
How did I end up here
Sitting on this tile floor
With death drawing near
Tears cascade warm down my cheeks
Blood pools on the floor
I know that I will not be missed
A ghost forevermore
For you all will thrive without me
I'll do more good in death
There is no light to guide me
As I take my final breath
Good bye
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