The Blade Was Rusted
But I Didn't Care
I Rolled Up My Sleeve
And Sat On My Bed
I Counted To Three...
Slowly And Shaky
One...I Paused
Two...
I Placed The Blade Against My Wrist
Then Looked Up At The Ceiling
Three...
I Pushed The Blade Down On My Wrist
Pulled It Fast
Then Counted Again
One...
The Tears Are Rolling Down My Cheeks
Two...
My Bodies Shaking
Three...
Push It Down And Pull Again
Dropped The Blade
And Cried Some More
Screaming Cussing
What The Hell Have I Done
The Door Swung Open
Mommy Screamed
Ran To The Phone
And Called The Police
An Ambulance Came
And Found They Were Too Late
I Was Already Dead
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