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The Last Scene,

I shakily hold the knife in my hand
Pondering whether this is my final decision
I decided that I won’t be happy unless I do
But what do I care what happens after this?

I slowly pull up my sleeves
And grab my knife in my hand
I take another deep breath
And began to cut my wrist.

The pain instantly screeched inside me
I want to cry and stop at an instant
But the physical pain I feel is nothing compared to my emotional pain
I quickly finish the cut and drop my knife.

I fall to the floor and my vision fades
Hundreds of thoughts surge through my mind
The people who “cared” for me and the people didn’t
This is finally the end of me, no more pain at last...

The Final Jump,

My legs dangle off the edge of the bridge
Each swinging at a rhythm
I take one last look around
I decide this is it.

I hear a scream to my left
I see a “friend” telling me to stop
They say they “care” and that taking my life is theft
She then continues and calls the cops

My memories and my friends
My family and the people I know
They all lied in the end
I forgot them a long time ago

I decide the action is now
I shove myself off the ledge
She screams and cry’s “how”
No more depression or dread.
I, am now dead.

The Last Knot,

Hundreds of memories run through my mind
All of them piercing me like a knife
Everyone didn’t see my pain, they were blind
I can no longer bear my life.

I tie the final knot
I pull up a chair
I think again if I should do this or not
I reason even if I did no one would care.

The knot is in place
I stand on the chair
I’m anticipating deaths face
Cause I’m sick of life being no fair

I stick my head in the knot
I tighten it around my neck
All my memories I had start to rot
And I make one final check.

The chair slips from under me
I feel brief panic and regret
But suddenly I feel as though I’m free
The face of death is now met.

The Piercing Shot,

My fingers quickly load the gun
The clip is now full
This is honestly no fun
I then look down the gun’s hole

Caroline shakes the door and cries
She doesn’t possibly feel the pain I know
What will happen when I die
I don’t care I just want the pain to go.

As I pull the trigger I feel instant regret
I have a family that loves and friends that care
This isn’t the life I met
This death has no flare

Carline breaks in as blood seeps through my mouth and head
She holds me in her arms as tears flood down her face
She is soon covered in the color red
My blood stains her skin and her favorite lace.

My anxiety, fear, and stress no longer feel like lead
But what do I care? I am dead.