An Hour Over in a Minute

There are small holes in my heart,
And they are leaving blood,
As they slowly but surely rip apart,
And I sit in this room,
Where all my friends left me,
Spiritual blankets all I see,
Blocking my view like wool over my eyes,
I scream and plea.

And no one cares,
As I falter through thee,
I'm naked and bare,
And stabbed by fear.

And my eyes are wet with tears,
So I scream for help,
And I scream for love,
And you just keep pulling me down,
And off the top I'm shoved,
By you.

I don't need this,
I'm so sick of this,

All these kisses,
And careless abandon,
Abort me now,
You might as well,
And cut this umbilical cord,
That you have so painstakingly made,
Of my own angst-ridden self hate,
Now I runaway.

Watch as this year is over in a month,
And this month is over in a week,
And this week is over in a day,
And watch as the day is over in an hour,
And the hour is over in a minute,
GOODBYE!

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This is wrote from the point of view of a suicide.

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