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She said don't do it,
think of your family, she said.
So I think of my father,
beat me with a cricket bat
when he lost $10,000 to the horses,
lay on his sterile hospital bed
dying, said he loved me
as i walked out the door.
Walked in to find my mother
lying on the kitchen floor
holding the stillborn bloody mess
she called my brother,
she bled her life out there
while the ambulance saved somebody else.
Think of your friends, she said.
So I think of my only friend,
a dog called Jake,
ran away when I was 9,
the scared looks and whispers
of the kids at school,
a teacher who said he was sorry
as he put his sweaty hand on my shoulder,
I never went back.
Think of hope, there's always hope,
she says as she starts to cry.
And the only hope I can think of
is that the sky will black out
and the world fall down in silence,
that the knife in my pocket
can take all my blood away.
Think of me, she says.
And as I look into closed eyes
the sky turns black.
As I close my hand on hers
the world falls down.
Behind those closed eyes
lies a pain I'll never know.
And in my closed palm lies...
lies...
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