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One Last Time

The touch of steel against my skin
Slowly running across my wrists
Pressure building
The rage just won't stop
Must do something
Can't go on this way
Tears are falling
Filled with emptiness again
Why must it be like this
Time and time again
Calling out now
Someone help me
Stop me
Do anything
The blood begins to flow
So rich and bright against my skin
The pain, it soothes me so
My tears, they have stopped now
Finally they cease
I watch the slow drip drop
The blood still flowing
I look down and for the first time I see it
A puddle, it surrounds me
Oh no, what have I done
Why hasn't the flow stopped yet
The room is spinning
Its getting darker
I fall to the floor
I was only going to do it
One last time
But its too late
I cut too deep
Oh God, please forgive me
I've made a horrible mistake
I'm still young
Too young to die
I can barely see
The room is still fading
I begin to hear voices
They're getting closer
They are calling for me
I try to answer
Tell them I'm still here
But my mouth, it won't open
The voices, they are calling now
I don't know why I'm still alive
Aren't I . . . I take a breath
Not knowing it will be my last
I see a light
And hear a new voice now
A voice I've never heard before
He tells me I can't be let it
I never asked forgiveness for my sins
I begin to plead
Beg for mercy
But He turns and walks away
There is nothing He can do
It was my mistake
And mine alone
The light, it fades with him
All my hope is gone
I really am dead
What now?
I'm falling, it can't be
Its getting hot
Too hot to bear
I hear the crackle of fire
The smell
Oh the awful smell
I'm burning
No not this
I'm sorry, I truly am
I don't want to burn in Hell
What have I done?
Time stands still
The seconds, they become hours
And the hours slowly drift
Into eternity
I have been chained down now
I'll never get out
All my friends will go to a better place
But I
I now have to rot in Hell
Because my one last time
Really did turn into my last!

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