Slits In the Night
As I sit in my room,
Through the morbid like gloom,
I think of a way,
To finish the day...
If I slit on my wrist or leg,
My friends will only plead and beg,
For me to stop my evil ways,
And make me to live another day...
Only through my days at home,
I feel like I am all alone,
Even through the pain and stife,
I make it through another night...
As I sit in my room,
Through the morbid like gloom,
I slit my wrist as though in fright,
That I might live another night...
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