Simple Blade

You taunt me with your easy excape,
A simple reach,
A simple cut,
But every time I try I can't help but think,

Am I making a mistake?
Will people miss me?
Do they actually care?
How will my family cope?

So I put you back,
And leave you there,
I allow you to continue to taunt me,
Still I can't help but think how easy it would be.

The End

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