Suicide
One line, two lines,
The razor in her hand shines.
Her blood oozes,
Killing herself is an option she chooses.
Her head is spinning,
The dark side of her is winning.
Her eyes are sore,
She closes her eyes on the floor.
Psycho
The route from the main street to my home was long, so I decided to take shortcut to go home. Now here I am walking through the alley. It isn't completely dark yet, the street lights around the corner kinda make me feel safe. Usually I take bus after my work but since I got off early from my job I decided to walk home. The breeze of cool air made me shiver. The streets had warehouses and the buildings were still under construction. Men were shouting and cursing to get their duty done quickly. I was observing everything around me when someone tapped me on my leg. I turned around to see a child who held out a purple flower to me. I took the flower from his hand and looked at him questionably. He just pointed towards someone behind me. Turning my head to where the boy pointed, I saw no one that could possibly send me flower. I faced towards the small guy who handed me the flower only to see he was no longer standing in front of me. I took a look at the flower. It was as...
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