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    The pain is deep within my heart, to never be shown the world.
    You ripped out the last part of my heart I had left.
    You left me alone and weak.
    Crying black down my white face.
    I look across the room,
    I find my eyes gazing at the slick razor.
    I crawl towards it leaving my puddle of tears.
    To find myself clenching the blade,
    As it slices through my fragile fingers.
    I release the pressure and sit back in the corner not knowing what to do.
    I look at the blood on the blade.
    But the pain is to much for myself.
    I cut through my pants to my thy's.
    Lines of blood seep to the floor.
    I raise my arms up cutting through every vein i see, find, and felt.
    Blistering pain ran through my body.
    But it was worth it.
    As the last of breathing comes to an end,
    I write a message with my blood.
    " People always say I have something to live for,
    And their right,
    This is how it was suppose to end "
    As i reached for a pad of paper, struggling.
    I write " I'm sorry "
    With the last breath I had,
    I take the razor and stab it through the paper to the wall,
    So it will be seen with the horrified eyes of yours.
    Still holding to life,
    I fall to the bloody ground.
    As I land the last breath leaves my lungs out into the cold air.
    My spirit flys through the air.
    You should be happy now.
    Now that I'm gone.
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