Night Time Routine


The silent urge
To end my life
Searching for blood
On my skin with a knife
I do not flinch
As the blade runs deep
Blood spilling over
With a painless creep
Another cut
Another tear
No one will ever know they are there
Silver blade now tainted red
Its time is done
Now time for bed


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