I drown my sorrows,
in a pool of blood,
ive hoped to die
and todays the day,
my wish will come true,
on the floor, i lie,
i write this suicide note,
as it is the only way,
i feel, i can have my say,
with a knife and razor,
i cut my life away.
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I'm surprised you didn't bleed to death yet with all these suicide poems. Try writing about something else! How about WHAT led to these dozen or so suicides? For goodness sake, Don't kill yourself today. Give the blood mop guy A happy holiday.