Strong Blade
I stand over
The trash can
Blade in hand
A single drop
Of sweat drips
Down my forehead
I resist the
Impulse to let
Go of my
Razor, it’s ever
So ******** tempting
Tears leak free
I can’t let go
I can’t drop
My blade that’s
Saved me so
Many freaking times
But this needs
To be done
Its need to
Be gone
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"Dear diary... I seem to be dead."