I just want to get better

I just want to get better
But here I sit as I write this letter
Considering whether
Or not
I should take my life
Grab a knife
Slit twice
It's a fifty fifty shot so I roll my dice
And my arms feel like iced
And my vision goes black
And my head snaps back

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