Lost in this fatal reality.
No one in the world wants to see,
The pain and suffering, that controls me.
Stuck between right and wrong.
I'm sure everyone would just get along,
Once they see, that I'm finally gone,
I'll stick the knife right to the skin.
I'll put the blade deep within.
All the blood I'm losing, makes my body slowly spin.
I'm falling in and out of life.
I lose my grip on the knife.
While my eyes slowly shut, I think no more dealing with this constant strife.
Tray Rae Community Member 
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