I sit here in pain,
As red liquid pertains to drip.
Drip deeply from my wrists,
As light as a midnight mist.
As my life passes through my eyes,
It all seemed like brutal lies.
I can't have you.
I must not have you.
No one can know
that you're part of me.
I love you. I always will.
I must end it all.
What was my purpose in life?
What was hers?
I don't know, ask the knife.
The knife of pain!
The knife of blood!
The knife of suicide.
Depression is like a riptide,
It will take you away
in a blink of an eye.
So maybe this is why,
Why my life is full of lies.
As blood drips onto the bathroom tile
It all seems to fade as I
lay in my own blood puddle.
I think to myself in a confused way
that this has to be the way.
There's no escape. I'm gone for good.
I turn my head and
see my newborn baby
Laying there dead
After she was fed,
Fed with the knife of death.
God please forgive me
Because don't you see,
I need your help as I lay here
So close to the end,
As things get so unclear.
Farewell friends and family,
As I lie here in fear,
I hope to see you all for a second time.
My life was worth no more than a dime.
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