Sick Poem by angel janes
Sick
it maes me sick
i went to such lengths
just to dull the pain
it isnt so bad
it eventually eases
its too late
the water runs red
the sight turns my stomach
why just dull the pain
whan you can stop it?
i've thought about it several itmes
but now in this moment
it seems like the right thing to do
i place the knife on my arm
ine last time
and slip away
into the darkness and silence
of death
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