moodswing

last night i thought about slitting my wrist,
fantasizing on how my blood slowly flow out from the cut,
dripping down to the floor from the tip of my fingers.
my life slowly drift away with every drop that hit the ground.
i thought about sleeping under a bunch of pillows and blanket,
slowly suffocating myself to death.
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today i thought about the possibilities of me getting cancer.
my organs slowly getting infected with the killer mutant cells.
at least i could die with some dignity intact.
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