Not about me.
Me
Shutting my eyes and enjoying the blade run through my skin
The deepest cut's another sin.
Blood
Dripping from my hand onto the floor
Making me feel like a *****.
Open
Are my eyes as they see
The blood once mine spilling from me.
Closed
Is the door and curtains in this room
Trying to avoid others in my tomb.
Squeezing
My hand into a fist
Beginning the deepest one on my wrist.
Black
Is my blood drying on the ground
As I begin to lie around.
Waiting
For my bleak end to begin
The light fades and so I grin.
Death
Welcomes me.
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