the black within
is the darkness of night
silent cries and screams
are a sign of fright
a doubt of living
survives on it's own
dried blood on a razor
on the arm, scars shown
a craving for suicide
brings along death
a head in a noose
takes away breath
the nervous feeling
won't go away
a feel of isolation
and sleeping all day
rumors are heard
and stories are told
an obsession with death
a soul is sold
it's a selfish thing
disengaged, dismay
suicide is born
on this scarlet day
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Sorry, Was I screaming again?
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