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I was inspired to write this for some reason it all popped into my head.

Drip
Drip, Drip-
The blood
It forms in
A puddle at
My feet, can’t
Peel my eyes
From its
Glistening texture
What did I do?
Did I really
Mean it?
It can’t
End this
Way, it
Wasn’t my
Choice
I was forced
This
World
This god forsaken
World
Didn’t want me
They wanted someone
Perfect, they wanted
They wanted
Something I
Couldn’t, wouldn’t
Give them
My wrists
Won’t stop,
I am doing
What they wanted
What the people
Of the world
Want
One less
Homosexual
To worry about
One less
Fat person
To worry about
One less
Christian
To worry about
One less
One less
Catholic, Muslim
One less
Part of everyone
I’m the very
Face of diversity
And the entire world
Aims to
Destroy me
It is all right
It is being
Done
Any minute
Now I will
Cease
To exist
And I wonder
How many people
Will actually
Notice that
There is no
Longer any, any
Respect for others
With me around
There was some, but
Can, can you believe
BELIEVE
That there will
Be any without
ME
Slowly, it seems
To happen
As if one by one
People are
Lined up
Taking blood
Drip,
Drip, Drip-
The blood
It forms in a puddle
At my feet

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