Suicide – James Lee Watts

Slit my throat, 
Slit my arms, 
Stab that knife in both of my palms, 

Get me out I want to go, 
The pain in my eyes never seems to show, 
Mom and Dad just don’t see, what she really meant to me, 
My love for her will always be, 

As the blood pours away from my lifeless heart, 
I think of her name and carve it deep, a work of art, 
I lie there and numb the pain, 
My love for her is driving me insane… 

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