THE RAGE I FEEL Looking in the mirror, THE TEARS THE HATE THE RAGE,I FEEL Openning the cabinet, CRYING SHAKING CONFUSING Picking up the tool for my death, SMALL SHINNEY SHARP There is no hope, HELP! The blade comes nearer to th surface of my skin, CRYING BLEEDING SCREAMING HELP! Looking over the beautiful pearl white casket, They stand, CRYING SHAKING SCREAMING WHY?
Reason for writing:
Felt like it
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