I dream of the night,
And try to block out my fright
I can't fight this much longer
My craving for the blade is stronger
I have lost my honor
I must be a goner
My eyes flood with a tear
I am afraid my time is near, my dear
I take this knife,
To take my life
For one last slip with one last slit will be my end,
I thank you always for being my friend.
©nirajbaral
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