When the suicide is the only option,
tears streaming down your face,
tears fall at the pace blood leaves your veins.
Are you in pain? No, just pleasure.
Do you feel sad? No, because I felt pretty.
?Will you miss? Can you miss what you never had
Your body is cold.
There isn't blood in your veins.
They can never know you did it.
They'll always regret it.
Left on their consciences.
Because they were at fault, it was always them.
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