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Briste
I want a shot to go through my heart.
Show me a reason for the end to start.

A line of red cut across my wrist.
The furious shaking of an angry fist.

Give me a needle to put in my arm.
And a damn good excuse to not do harm.

For the pain to end and breath to stop.
Of a shattered mind long forgot.

Break my back and forget my name.
There's nothing worse then a betrayers shame.

Tell me one more lie like you always do.
And the bodies that fall will number two.

No more hurts and no more sighs.
You know it's sad when the heaven's cry.
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Tear
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Water falls, salt water.
Tears trickling down.
Drip drip. Drip.
Red splashes on white sheets.
Red line across a wrist.
Bu-bump. Bu-bump bu-bump.
The heart beats slowly.
Then slower still.
Bu-bump. Bu-bump. Bu-bump.
Drums beat a steady rhythm.
They fade away into nothing.
Thump. Thump thump.
Someone knocks on a door.
No one gets up to answer.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Dirt is shoveled down onto a coffin.
A life is forgotten and lost.