The razor slides
Across my wrist
The black and blue bruises
From many fists
Worthless and broken
My heart still beats
Fallen and beaten
I stand on my feet
Standing tall
Trying to hide my defeat
The crows start to gnaw
On my weakened body
My mind has won
As the rope I have hung
Will soon ring my neck
As I take my last breath from each lung
Gasping for air
I fade away
Put in the ground
Forever I will lay...
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