So, It Ends

So now I sit
in this place

Agony showing
on my face

I am hurt
I am dying

When I really
should be flying

I have scars
all on my face

I was cut trying
to get out of this place

So now I bleed
now I die

Blood and liquid
spews out on eye

Pain and death
that I feel

This horrible feeling
seems not real

So, It Ends

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