For you must do it well
Disguise it as an accident
Or illustrate your tale
A rope on your neck
Blood on your skin
Pain and hurt
That comes from within
Too many pills
Taken so easily
It’s so hard to find
Happiness you see
Jump from a bridge
And feel the air rush
Through your hair
Into your limbs
Soon you’ll turn into mush
A knife or a razor
Slicing at pale skin
Cold, dark and damp
In your heart, let it win
Dying is an art
For you must do it well
Drinking bleach
For life sucks at skin
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