The sadness has returned,

And again has taken hold of me,

First by the throat, 

Making me gasp for air,

and then by my wrists,

Dragging me toward the glinting steel I've tried so long to avoid.

I've never dragged a blade across my skin,

But I've thought about it.

I've never wanted Death to take me,

But I've contemplated it.

It can't be so bad,

Watching blood race down your arms.

It seems enjoyable, really. 

Maybe I'll give it a try,


or Tomorrow.

The End

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