I decide to disappear.,
I go and sit, and slit my wrist.
But without something sharp to use,
My heart it can take no more abuse!
A blade i find, glistening in the darkness i called life,
In my hand it feels right, cutting along, this knife.
of unconsciousness and I try to wake
Is my heart meant to be left in ache!
For the life of shame, I'll take the blame
But it wasn't her fault, I lived that way.
~Prashanth
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