Pick up the blade from the counter.
And not bothering to strip, step into the tub.
I sit for five minutes, thinking, wondering, why?
Looking around all I see is black.
As I slit my wrist I see red.
The color is glorious and I must have more.
I push deeper and the blood pours from the wound.
Slipping into unconsciousness I see the black water filled with red.
My vision goes blurry, eyes slip shut.
This is a sleep, I'll never awake from.
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