Raychel

Suicide Note

Copyright, Raychel

the dreams turn into nightmares
as you sit with the blade in your hand
the feelings change once you make the first cut
and you feel the pain
the tears don’t fall
because the blood rains down
as it stains the sheets
the air gets thinner
as you cut even deeper
your eyes glaze over
when you feel the beats get faster
no drugs could give you this feeling
and you wonder what all of this is meaning
until your thoughts drain out as your blood just has
no more questions
no more exceptions
no more crying
only this last time dying

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