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  • Writer's picturePriyanshi Thakkar

Hope to end..

Knife in one hand,

Napkin in the other.

Trying to use it as a band,

Trying to increase it further.

They said to stop,

They thought I had a choice.

Blood flowed out non stop,

I had lost my own voice.

To stop I needed will power,

All my will power was lost though.

It was as though climbing the tallest tower

Impossible, making me bow low.

Trying to jump off the building,

Trying to slit my wrist open,

Trying to vanish my being,

Trying to find the sharpest pin.

All I wanted was to cut myself,

All I wanted was to kill myself.

The knife was my best friend,

All I wanted, was for my life to end.

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