I made a plan.

I got sick of writing 
so I made a plan:
I'm gonna kill myself
silently;
without telling anyone.
but as I was dragging the razor through my wrists
I got to thinking 
about all the people
I was going to hurt if I killed myself.
and I wondered...
would you care?

V.

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