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Dead, I lay asleep,
In the darkness so deep.
With cuts all on my arms,
And blood covering my charms.

My eyes still open from the pain,
An empty soul still remains.
The tears still cover my face,
The pain, you can't erase.

A note by my hand,
A letter was the plan.
"To the ones that cared..."
It said so everyone could share,
The letter so sad,
It almost seemed like this wasn't bad.

"I'm sorry for what I've done,
But there was a battle to be won.
I couldn't bear my life,
Filled with lonliness, hate, and a knife"
It said, as it became black,
Then I woke up, never wanting to go back.

'Could it have been...'
I thought, afraid of that sin.
'...the future?'