Suicide
I lay on the floor
In a pool of blood
My razor blade by my side
Not realizing what I have just done
I'm in and out of consciousness
From the blood I've lost
What did I just do
Did I just cut my wrist
I had to have
Why else would there be blood
But why would I do that
Why would I take my life
To take away the pain
The pain of my broken heart
And the feeling I have
That just won't go away
As I lay there
With a smile on my face
Waiting to take my last breath
He finds me
This time he's in pain
The same pain he's caused me
Now, I finally get the satisfaction
The satisfaction of hurting him
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