Every star
Now floats by
I lay on grass
Wonder why
One time
Every word spilled
Every note cried
Was not worth this
All the blood
Spilled onto tile
Dressed in black
Midnight darkness
I blend in
With everybody
Are we all the same
We all stand
Like soldiers
In a case
One ultimate fate
For which we're made
One last request
Before you go
When you get there
Would you
Let me know
Why should we stay
Somewhere better I know exists
I'd take you there
With these scars upon my wrists
Because these rubber bands
All bend and break
They cannot save us
From what's engraved
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This is very well-written. Like all good poems it takes the reader out of his or her comfort zone. The final three lines are outstanding.