The night is so cold
Stars are glowing, bright and bold
What surrounds me is absolute silence
And I could smell revenge.
The rain starts to pour
Slowly, faster, then stops
My eyes then saw the ants
Working, collecting, eats then dies
It’s about four in the morning
The sun now starts to shine
My self still sleeps inside
But I have to go, very far
I stood and saw a mirror
Saw my self weary, stressed and ugly
For the past days at dawn I sleep
Thinking, planning, deciding, crying
Then I saw a knife
Relaxed, arranged, inviting
I picked it up and sliced my veins
I’m bloody, and then I rest.
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