The salty river flows down my cheeks,
tear by tear.
I take the razor to my skin and
CUT CUT CUT!
The pain is unbearable but...
then the memories re-appear,
the depression,
the hatred,
the fear.
So I slit again and again,
waiting,
hoping with all my might,
and all my heart,
that the end,
that my death is near.
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