At the stroke of midnight i am still staring,
Staring at the knife as a free exit,
A chance to leave all the pain, all the aching,
In but a minute.
The knife sits in front of me,
Staring back at me so innocently,
Telling me I'd leave this place swiftly,
And painlessly.
As the sun begins to rise,
My brain begins to shut off,
As i have started for the knife that i despise
For it has taken my thoughts, it is cutting them off.
Knife now in my hands and starting to slit my wrists,
I realize now that i can no longer resist.
-I- Izzy Van Reign -I- Community Member 
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