Sit on the edge of the bathtub,
Pick up the razor blade and slice.
The blood quickly flows from the wrist.
The surroundings all around become a bit murky,
Nothing else seems to be in the room.
Listen to the heart beat in a rhythmic
A brilliant red pool forms on the ground,
Snap back to reality, what happened?
Noises seem to come from outside:
People talking; having a good time.
The animated laughter of children,
Seems to be the final sound to hear.
But ask which was the true birth,
The thought of suicide or
The actual act of death?
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