Another Day, Another Suicide
I hate my family
I hate my life
I hate my friends
I hate this knife
As it kisses my wrist
I refuse to shed any tears
I scream and scream
But no one hears
The wound begins to open
I press my lips to the cut
Blood begins to fill my mouth
A taste that brings so much pain to my gut
I ended my life alone
Such a sad and miserable tale
But I'm afraid I must admit
It's a tale we all know too well
Copyright © Starr Trapp | Year Posted 2011
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