Almost There
So close to death,
My mission is nearly complete,
Just a few more shaky breaths,
Willing the blade to cut a little "too deep."
I put the crimson-soaked blade to my wrist once again,
Flashback of times like these.
But today I will finish the job; no failed attempt,
Bleed.
My mission is nearly complete,
Just a few more shaky breaths,
Willing the blade to cut a little "too deep."
I put the crimson-soaked blade to my wrist once again,
Flashback of times like these.
But today I will finish the job; no failed attempt,
Bleed.
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So this was written quite a while ago. I found a few old poems I wrote a while back, aha. Some of this rhymes, some of it doesn't. Some of it just sounds weird.