I see you there hurting and scared. The pain in your eyes piercing my heart. How do I go on knowing I've caused this? When all I want to do is hold you. Kiss you. Warm you. The awkward silence filling the air. The stabbing pain. The knife at my wrist. A crooked smile as I give a twist. My blood flows out fingers soaked. Breath fading as I gasped and choked. Alone. So alone.
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