I am sick of playing this game
Every night and day its the same
The blade stings when it hits my wrist
One more thing to cross off my list
The flames, the burns it feels so great
Try to save me, but its too late
The blood its flowing all over the floor
You hear my scream and run through the door
I fall on the floor blood soaked on my face
Trying to save me feels like a race
My eyes were shutting, seeing the light
Its bad for you because I died that night
My last thought, my last dream in my head
Was how amazing it felt to be dead.

The End

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