my wrist is bleeding,
its torn apart,
im getting too far from reality,
and its getting way too dark.
my life is seen,
in black and white,
it seems to be,
that im hurting too much.
With one quick slice,
and a couple street pills,
i'll be lying on the floor,
waiting for death to come about

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