Suicide In My Head

I cut the wrist of my left hand
Drupping, dripping,
Dieing, sitting here crying

Sighing, listening to your

Do I even care?

Do I dare to stare into?
The eyes of darkness open
My heart to the sharpness
Of my heart, my life
Is at steak

Writing suicide notes
In my head, wishing I didn’t
Say what I said

Committing suicide
In my head

by Tanya Lorenzi

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