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Feed My Dog
A slice of my wrist and all the pain goes away.
The sadness...the madness...the plain bullshit of it all.
The loneliness of never having anyone to share my day.
Just a slit of my wrist can begin my downfall.
Like, who would actually care if I went and did it.
Those bastards weren't around before I start this act.
And I doubt they will be around after my skin has been split.
I'm not saying there aren't things that could be worth staying for.
But, I feel like this life is as good as it's going to get.
So I sliced my wrist and watch it bleed onto the floor.
Then wrote a note to feed my dog, because I will forget.
The sadness...the madness...the plain bullshit of it all.
The loneliness of never having anyone to share my day.
Just a slit of my wrist can begin my downfall.
Like, who would actually care if I went and did it.
Those bastards weren't around before I start this act.
And I doubt they will be around after my skin has been split.
I'm not saying there aren't things that could be worth staying for.
But, I feel like this life is as good as it's going to get.
So I sliced my wrist and watch it bleed onto the floor.
Then wrote a note to feed my dog, because I will forget.
Published 16th Jun 2015
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