He can no longer see the light
At the end of the tunnel
No one could see he lost his fight
Blood became something he knew well
It was now a beautiful sight
He was tired of running from death
So now he welcomes it
He gives up
He can't deal with all this shit
So he adds a final cut
To his scarred wrist
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Suicide, Depression and Self-harm Quotes
RandomPoems and parts about suicide, self-harm, etc. *trigger warning* Some entries contain material not suited for some viewers, read at your own risk
