Pain by Becky Parant

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Pain
By Becky Parant
(Contact: Snookums727@glblnet.com)

Why is there so much pain inside?
Everyday emotions collide.
I need some help, I need some pills,
Even if it's me they kill.
It's either pills or a knife,
One of them will end my unhappy life.
A knife would hurt, but I like the pain.
All I would have to do is slice a vein.
The blood would be dripping while I was dying
And on the inside I would still be crying.
A cry for help, from anyone,
But now it's too late, my life is done.
Now, in a pool of my own blood, I lay.
Almost as if waiting for the next day
When someone will find me laying there,
And then, maybe, someone will finally care.

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