Haley cox - As i hang up

As i hang up the phone,
I reach for my glass.
No,
Not sharp enough.
Were's my razors?
Ahhh there they are
My little helpers
I'll start with my right wrist,
Save the best one for last
I put my blanket in my mouth
So no one will here my screams
I put the razor over the vain
And push down
Harder than i ever have before
And unlike my other cuts,
These will run parallel with my vains
The brillaint scarlet red,
On the bare white of my arm is so beautiful,
Yet scary, For what i have done cannot be reversed
I scream a blood curdling scream
Once the cut on my right arm is gushing blood,
I quickly switch to my left arm
Before i loose the strength to cut the
Last cut that will end my
Misorable excuse of a life
Another scream bubbbles up on my lips
But i fight it back
As the blood flows freely from my left arm

Haley cox

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