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An Almost Attempt

So slient,
Oh, so deadly slient.
Sitting by the window
wondering what to do
never knowing how
or why
I can be so blue.
At this time of day
I'm wondering,
How I could do this.
Sitting there,
with that knife in my hand,
tip at my heart,
just breathing.
Hopeing someone would help,
knowing I needed some,
but no one came.
I sit there with that knife
wondering what I'm doing with my life,
should i take it
or give it away?

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Life can change in a heartbeat. Sometimes it changes for the worse, but once in a while it changes into something absolutely wonderful. Death remains unchanging. Knives are better used for slicing cake or cutting stubborn ribbons from presents.