As I sit in silence I'm surrounded by hate.
I could never hope to find you
It's always to late.
I feel the slick blade on my wrist and know there’s no other way.
There' nothing to stop me,
Nothing you could say.
I slice in and my pulse begins to fade.
Everything going because of that blade.
Eyes grey, heart is cold, blood runs thin and I go.
Soon I shall be under; a headstone in a row
Don't worry it will be alright
With death in my sight I can now say Goodnight.
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