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I'm Tired

Crying.
Slowly letting the guilt and depression sink in.
As I take up the razor.
And press it to my skin.

I take one final breath in.
And then slide it across my skin.
Cutting deep into one of my veins.
As I begin to watch all of the pain.
Slowly trickle out and away.

Red is my favorite color.
I only wish that I could see more of it on my mother.
Than on myself.
Or my friends.
But that's okay...
Most of them are gone now anyway.
Dead...

These thoughts filling my head.
Screaming at me all of my imperfections.
My insecurities and deep dark secrets are normal conversation now.
The only thing you should be concerned about.
Is "Why did she do it?" and "How?"

I hope when you see my face on the news and in the obituaries.
That you're happy with what you did.
Another life shot down by you.
Great job, kid.

Another life gets thrown away.
I hope you're satisfied that I won't see you again.
Or even the light of day.
Written by Scenario (MC)
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