The darkness of life so cold tears at your skin
like a hungry tiger longing for food.
Digging deeper inside of you, searching.
Leaving you dead in the end.
It is so hard to keep breathing when your lungs are being crushed
by the weight of the world.
You gasp for air, but nothing comes.
You struggle to get one breath, but you can't.
You go insane.
You want it all to end.
You can't take it anymore.
You look around for something, anything.
You see a knife.
You know how simple it is.
One slit, and everything is over.
All your problems, worries, and pain are over.
Simple as that.
You know they'll miss you, but you don't care.
You just want it to be over.
So you grab the knife.
One slit and everything is over.
You make a slit on the inside of your wrist.
Now you are just waiting for it all to end.
It is coming.
You know they'll miss you, but it's too late to care.

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