As i sit in silence and surrounded by hate.
I could never hope to find you its always to late.
I fill the slick blade on my wrist and there's no other way.
i slice in and my pulse begins to fade.
everything is going away
eyes go dark, heart is cold, blood runs black and i go.
don't worry it will be alright
with death in a slight my wrist now say goodnight.
II December Rain II Community Member 
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