Meeting the death

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I can feel my body enetering a new level of pain,

I can feel my tears even under the rain.

On the cold hard ground I fell,

and entered a new level of hell.

My blood cells are dying,

I have no tears left for crying.

Hapiness - all I ever wanted,

now by the pain, I'm being haunted.

The pain is taking over me,

happy - something I'll never be.

I'm going inasane I'm losing my mind.

Where is the light? - I can't find.

Am I dead? Am I alive?

Will I be able to survive?

I feel the blood on my cheeks,

this can never be fixed.

I reach for the knife,

because I'm tired of life,

I count to three, take a deep breath,

stab my heart and meet the death.

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