crimson blade

I cut

I cry

I suffer

I die

No one will care

No one will blink an eye, when I shoot through my skull to end my life

Hang from a noose

Slit my throat

You would just sit and watch me choke

I knew you lied

And that's alright

It doesn't matter i'm not gonna fight

and it's fine that I want to die,

Your stupid ego is in the way to see how much I care

and your fake smile, that greedy smile lingers in the air

I'm gone to far and now i'm numb

my halo is broken, all busted up

At least it lets me know my pain

the things I go through every day

My wrists are burning like flames in the night

the cool silver blade shone into the light

covered in blood, crimson red

It sends a wave of relife through my head

letting me know im still alive

well at least until I end my life

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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