My Death Note By: E. D. Oghre

From the pen of the sad and depressed kid I present to you

I put the razor blade to my wrist once again and smiled
I watched as the red liquid pours out
Whoa
They say that the life of a thing is in its blood
Really
So i watched my life flow out
To think that everything is in my blood
All my memories and experiences are in that drop
As the razor parts flesh
As it separates my cells
The exquisite pain mixed with pleasure
Who knew that clarity can only come when blood is spilled
Drip💧
Drip💧
I watched
Mesmerized by the lovely red color
Whoa so beautiful
As it drops to the ground
Each drop brings new clarity
So its finally over
I have lived
I have loved
I have lost
Good bye friends
Cry for me
Good bye family
I love you
And finally
Good bye to my love
Even after all that happened
I still love you

As my head began to feel light
And I lost consciousness
I said my final goodbye
Good bye cruel world
You finally won.

©E. D. Oghre

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