a life of pain
and mistaken thoughts
a few sliced veins
a kid mistaught
a kid’s mistrust
his soul in tatters
to his wrist this razor was thrust
his dreams shattered
a life of lies
a kid misunderstood
his unheard cries
wanting nothing but to cause some good
sitting alone
thinking of his past
his past unknown
for this day will be his last
wanting only for the pain to be gone
suicide is the only way he knows how
so he knows this dawn
it will be over now
he grabs his blade
holds it to his wrist
his life betrayed
longing to feel its final kiss
he screams
blood starts to gush
it was just like in his dreams
such a rush
he smiles knowing
his pain is over now
his blood flowing
it was the only way he knew how
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