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Promise

Suicide on my mind
Knife in my hand
Simply, slowly sliding towards my wrist
I hold it there a minute or two
Then I remember the promise I made
That I wouldn't do it anymore
Wouldn't cut myself ever again
But it's so hard, my love
When no one sees the pain in my eyes
When no one cares
It's hard to put down the knife and think
everything will be fine
But, my love, I love you too much to do it
I set the knife down. . .and I cry