I can't take it anymore
I want to grab a knife
Slide it across my wrist
Watch the blood
Cool and comforting
Form a line
Over and over again
Maybe seven times
Maybe eight
Or nine
As many as it takes
I need release
I am screaming inside
Overwhelmed
With sadness
And loneliness
And anger
I need to bleed
I need my drugs
My release
My silent scream
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