Goodbye

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Title of poem: Goodbye

Lying on the bathroom floor,

Barely breathing,

Feeling the cold tiles kiss me from below

Lifting the razor

Bloody and red,

To continue its dance upon my soul.

Out of reach

Out of time

Seeing the locked door rattle

Screams from the other side

Panic sets in

I bring the razor to my throat

Feeling the soft skin

Slice easily under my grip

My world drifting away

The last thing I see

Your face

Crying as you reach for me

The last thing I hear

Your voice

Calling my name

The last thing I feel

Your touch

Pulling me from the floor

As my breath slows

And my hearts beating stops

Goodbye

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