I'm gonna go an slit my wrists
Hear the blood going drip drip drip
Feel the life flowing out of me
I'll clog it up
When my vision blurs
Stop the bleeding
Before any real damage occurs
I'll rip my nose right off my face
I'll cut out my tongue
And throw it in your face
I'll rip out all my hair
Cut off both my ears
I'll chop my feet off
Then shoot my knee
I'm gonna die having fun
I'll fill myself so full of lead
That there's not a bullet left to lodge in my head
I can't scream in agony
With all the pain I've felt
I'll pull my eyes out
So I can't cry
This is the last thing I'll write before I die
I hope it's legible cause I can't see
But let me tell you how much you hurt me
You broke my heart
And crushed my soul
The thought of losing you
Took my last bit of sanity
I'm gonna die
I'll bleed to death
I'll be on the front of the local paper
I'll be the person accused of insanity
Or perhaps demonic possession
I don't know and I don't care
I'm setting myself on fire
The last poem ever written
Fueled by love
Hate and desire.
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