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Perfect suicide
I felt a struggling anger
I felt a deeply pain
I felt a never-ending sorrow
And it drives me insane
I couldn't help myself
There was no-one around
I hit myself to the walls
And felt on the ground
I was crawling on the floor
Tears ran down my cheek
My wetted eyes saw a blade
And I quess I was just too weak
I took the blade into my hands
And crawled to the bathroom
I laid myself in the bathtub
I guess I was surrounded by gloom
I made two deeply cuts
In each of my wrist just one
But the blood was flowing
And then I was... gone
You came home and saw me
My perfect suicide made you scream
But then I woke up in the morning
And I realized it all was just a dream..