You walk into the darkness of the night
The creepy footsteps fill you with fright
You turn around and no-ones there
If you died nobody would care
You hear something behind you get torn
Now you wish you were never born
What is that thing that you cannot see?
Why that invisible thing, that is me
I have a knife in my hand
From my shirt, drips the sand
I have come from the beach
My last words from my speech
Were I love you, before I died
Before I committed suicide
Now I sit there and wait
To hurt you back, it is your fate
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Submission Name: suicide
