My Final Fairwell
My skin is rippingMy blood is drip, drip dripping.
The blade slides smooth across my wrists.
Not enough damage.
Grab a freshly sharpened knife from the drawer.
Staring in the mirror for only a mere second,
I bring the blade to chin level.
Lowering the knife and moving in closer-
Closer to the veins and lagiments of my neck.
There is no pain so please don't fret.
This act is nearly over now.
Soon I'll be able to sleep in peace eternally.
No-don't rush to save me.
Put no more strain on yourselves.
All i ask of anyone who dare still care-
Be filled with joy and live your life merry.
For now I am where i belong-
Out of your way of happiness and sleeping.
Never to awaken again is my soul layin down.
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