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DEATH When you see me lying here, You think what a waste of life. You see me as a doctor no more. You think of the pain of loss. you see your dreams shatter. You think of it as the end. You think how can you go on. When I lie here watching you, I see the pain in your eyes. Like fire raging from your soul. I think of what I've done, Wrists cut on blood stained rug. I think of the life I lived. Depressed and cold-hearted. As I lie here remembering, I can see them laughing at me. Each in their own way. I can hear them calling me names. Like stupid and dumb. I can feel them hitting me. As I walk away while the blood flows. As I lie here, don't cry for me. You see I've escaped the pain. Of the world and life itself. You see I chose this path. When I slit my wrists. You see I'm happy it's over. Now I can rest forever. By: Helsin