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My world of insane.

She,
felt it coming,
knowing it in her guts.
That she maybe making a mistake,
something that cant be never revert back with time.
A blanket of darkness is draiped over her,
A land of confusion, one shot and miss.
Crying,
Her wrist out to her side,
Bleeding,
And the other hand hold a bloody knife.
She sit alone,
Crying, Bleeding, Thinking,
"If I'm a mistake. I shouldn't be taking up space in this world."
What's the point?
There is none, no reason for her mistake.
She's sick of all the pain that she bring to the world.
Blood dripping down her wrist.
And with a smile,
she'll reply:"Because it doesn't hurt."