I lay there
Remembering my past
The ice cold blade against my skin
The slight sting as it cuts me
Then there's the blood
It slowly rolls down my arm
I lay there thinking
Thinking of a reason
MY reason to live
But none come to mind
So once again
The cold blade
The slight sting
Then more blood
Till someone comes in
Either to stop me
Or find me covered in blood
Laying there
Ice cold
Just like that blade

~ Liam.v.
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