It keeps coming, out of control
Engulfing me with pity
I cannot hide
I shout out, "Go away!"
It swallows me in its unholy power
There is nothing I can do, eternal suffering
Bent over, head fed in hands, it remains to stay
Feeling so cold, the pain swirling about
I can't take it I can't take it
Agonized with horrible thoughts
I get up and shout
Visions in my head, filling me with fear
Seeing my knife glimmering in the moonlight
I pick it up...
The thought of suicide is now clear
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