Sitting and waiting in the bathroom
With a razor and rope in my hands
Scared and alone crying
Listening for a reason not to die
Listening but being forced to
The razor's cold touch on my wrist
Lets me know im still alive
The ropes rough touch around my neck
Will stay there till I die
Still in the bathroom so ready to die
Hearing crying from all over the house
Doesnt move a inch
Holds the cold razor to my wrist
Bites down on my lip so I feel comfort
Pain is what keeps me aware
Takes the razor and starts to cut
But stops and thinks
About everything that did matter
But it is all a dark matter now
I will always be alone
In this dark cruel world
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Book / Horror
Short Story / Memoir
Poem / Romance
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